As a 3rd generation San Franciscan, this article hit home.
Without a doubt... the backstory as to how we came to the City, is in most cases more interesting than what we are doing with the privilege.
My great Grandfather Pasquale and his brothers left Sicily to set up as fisherman on the bay, when men were made of steel and their boats were made of wood. All alone, singing opera, with just a compass to guide him, he would fish as far away as the Oregon border, raising a family with the money earned from the catch.
Now, many generations later, I have sailed the bay for pleasure, listening to a cd, working a steady 8 hour a day land lubber job to earn my daily bread.
Would liked to have a chance to meet and talk to him, my love of the bay surely stems from our shared genes.
Good stories play in your head long after you read them.