and California (even Oakland) was a very different place then....It was indeed a nice place not only to hit land but to live as well
We sailed in to the bay, under the Golden Gate Bridge which I had never seen. Someone said, “There's Nob Hill where the rich folks live.”
We got off the boat and took a taxi to Lane Buick and picked up a station wagon my dad had ordered and drove back to the pier.
Loaded up, we drove “home” to Iowa.