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I Left My Hate in San Francisco

I arrived in San Francisco an agitating radical. Decades later I left an agitated conservative. With its variety pack of human types and myriad available life paths seemingly as fascinating as its meandering undulating roads, San Francisco presented itself as the irresistibly perfect escort to help usher a youth into adulthood. It had character. It had charm. It had beauty, man-made and natural. It had mood-altering views, man-made and natural. It had movies made in it. It had paintings painted of it. It had poems written about it. It had songs sung for it. And, it had hate.

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