I was in 4th grade. It was my first experience with race hatred- I got my ass beaten down for being white across the street from my Mom’s apartment, by a bunch of older kids I didn’t even see before the first blow landed. They glided up on bikes and dismounted on the fly behind me.
I refused and still do, to play the race-hatred game. That’s for morons who have nothing but simple-minded violence in their lives.
That was a long time ago. Right now if I had the pile of dough that I’d need to do it, I’d move back to a mountainous part of the West that I used to (later) live in and set up an inconspicuous, well-armed enclave.
Speaking of SF, Fifth generation San Franciscan. I love that city, but consider it occupied territory. I visit occasionally. Miss it, as it was.
If somebody, even an Oakland Raider, does something praiseworthy, then I’m all for that. :-)
Oh, I was there for the quake. The bridge looked the same after they fixed it as before.
Someone from my hometown, who was living with his girlfriend in the Marina neighborhood, was sitting in the middle of their efficiency, talking to her, when it hit. All the cabinets fell off the wall, the building lurched and shook, their dishes broke, and I think they had to move out. A lot of that area is landfill. :’)