I remember a little of Sane Francisco; I was there in the Sixties. There and in Marin. The crazies were in enclaves. Marin was full of old-school Italian families, it was quiet, friendly and much closer to affordable. When I was about ten, the only risk in walking or bicycling for extended distances was...getting really tired. In SF, I used to walk a couple of blocks to kindergarten, first and the beginning of second grade. I’d go walk around down on Balboa by myself. We knew all the shopkeeps, so I had my own little social venue.
Even then, my grandfather used to caution me to ‘be careful; these are dangerous times”.
I wonder how it was in *his* time.
Just above this article it noted that: “Single-stall unisex restrooms may become law in S.F.”
So with the death of the last earthquake survivor, SF is all ready for the next big one. Maybe this time with fire and brimstone. Which, of course, the Democrats would proclaim was caused by Man Made Global Warming.
My father lived across the bay in Alameda (served in the Navy) in the ‘60s. He attested to the insanity going on there and at Berkeley. Incredibly, several of my relatives willingly choose to live there now. You couldn’t pay me good money to.