The Humble Home
Traveling southbound along the curved expressway in between lush, almost mountainous, green hills, the feeling of anticipation becomes arresting. Despite all attempts to catch a premature glimpse, its breathtaking sight evades the eye. Closer and closer the car coasts downhill around each bend toward cavernous Waldo with nary a hint of what is about to be seen. Suddenly, upon emergence of the dimly-lit tunnel, like the monster in a well-paced monster movie, that orange sentinel of man's industrial and technological revolution appears with guardian-like authority and presence: The Golden Gate Bridge. ________________________________ Photo credit: ggb113b.wordpress.com/ This paragraph illustrates what it has been like to live in San Francisco. I have found this lands...