A reader writes:
As you know, I have been staying at the hospital with my partner as he recuperates from his knee surgery. I usually spend most of my time with him, but go home every 2-3 days to bring in the mail and check on the house.
This afternoon when I pulled in the driveway, I saw writing on the garage door. At first I thought it said "1-A9," and thought "did PG&E mark the house for some reason?" Then, a few seconds later, the meaning fell into place: F A G.
I was floored. I've been out only about 14 years, and this is the first time I can remember feeling any sense of abuse or hatred in my direction. (At least from a stranger -- one of my brothers is a different story.) It felt like a punch to the gut does. I realize this seems like pretty minor stuff in comparison to some hate crimes. But I'm amazed that it happened in my quiet, very suburban cul-de-sac in Marin County, California.
Talk to the hand.