Whispers in Gray

Golden Gate Bridge – San Francisco, California

San Francisco is one of my favorite places to visit, specifically for the weather and terrain. I’ve been there enough over the years to appreciate the good along with the bad, which is why I no longer want to live there anymore. A fine place to visit, yes; to live, no. I had some friends that were long time residents of downtown San Francisco – having been there since the psychedelic paisley days of the late 1960s –whom decided to shutter their businesses, sell their home, and relocate far away from all of the crime, drugs, and homelessness that have inundated San Francisco in recent years. Which is a crying shame because it’s such a stunning city to experience.

Photo info:
Golden Gate Bridge
Fort Point National Historic Site
San Francisco, California
May 2003
Canon PowerShot G3 digicam

8 thoughts on “Whispers in Gray

  1. The city had a certain appeal for my mom. Coming from Hawaii, SF was seen as the gateway to the mainland. These days, it is LA. I have friends who live and work in SF. They’ll admit the place has changed considerably, and not for the good. But, they can’t see themselves living anywhere else.

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    1. Hawaii – wow! When did she move to the mainland?

      I’ve been lucky enough to visit the Big Island and Maui each for a week back in 2009 – and crammed as much exploring off the beaten path as I could within those time constraints. Were I to live somewhere in Hawaii, I think I’d last about a year or so before succumbing to rock fever – I’m just too accustomed to the freedom of bigger places.

      As much as I love San Francisco, were I to settle out in northern California, I think a better match for me would be Sausalito. I’ve spent quite a bit of time in Sausalito on business trips and really liked the slower pace and lack of “bright lights, big city” aspect.

      When I was in my early 20s, San Francisco and DC were the two big cities that I wanted to live in at some point. I eventually moved to downtown DC back in 1988 – where I had a job on K Street – and only lasted six months in “Dodge City” before retreating to the Maryland suburbs. That experience taught me that San Francisco was just a pipe dream for me… a wonderful place for me to visit and nothing more.


      1. My mom grew up in Honolulu; she moved to the mainland in 1953 when my dad came home from the Korean War. She met his ship in SF. Her circle of friends and some family tried to talk her out coming to the mainland for a variety of reasons. She was the first person they knew to venture off the islands. They really hoped mom would get cold feet about the whole trip and cancel last minute.

        Growing up there, mom didn’t travel to the outer islands. Surprisingly, many didn’t travel to other islands either. If you did, it was because of the type of work you did, or you were moving. Mom did go home a few times, mostly for about week. When my dad was reassigned to W Germany in the early 60s, family travel wasn’t permitted due to the Berlin Wall crisis, but the travel ban was expected to last around 6 months. Mom decided to use the time to move home for those few months so my sister and I can get to know our grandparents and some of the extended family better. By the time we received the travel orders to go to Germany, mom was ready to leave, “rock fever.”

        Living in SF wasn’t a likelihood. But, if my sister and I got jobs there, then that would be a good enough reason to visit there. Chances of my sister and I landing a nice job in the Bay Area, longshot. I did apply to a few companies out there.

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      2. Fascinating! Thanks for sharing.

        There was a period when I tried to land a job out on the west coast, but there just wasn’t anything in my field at the time. Had I done so, my life would have taken a very different arc from what I currently have.


      3. Imagine if you did land that job on the west coast. So many things, especially on the personal side, would be different. Your life, your circle of friends, your family.

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      4. Yep. Very different. I would likely still be a starving artist. I would never have met my wife, the love of my life. I would probably not be able to own a house. I shudder to think of what I would be if I had found a job there.


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