Recently, I called my dad’s best friend, Scott Willis. He and my dad, then colleagues at the San Jose Mercury News, spent my childhood riffing on their respective Costcos. “We were both on journalism salaries in Silicon Valley,” Scott told me—it was fun to get a deal. These days, he said, he likes to go early to Senter for gas and to the Coleman Avenue Costco—“a great Costco”—for the kind of San Pellegrino that his wife prefers.journey-inline-newsletterinline-newsletter