A City Is A Crazy Concrete Jungle

San Francisco Isn't What It Used To Be, And It Never Was.

San Franciscans Have A Bond Of Self-satisfaction Bordering On Smugness.

A City Is Not Gauged By Its Length And Width, But By The Broadness Of Its Vision And The Height Of Its Dreams.

A City Is Where You Can Sign A Petition, Boo The Chief Justice, Fish Off A Pier, Gaze At A Hippopotamus, Buy A Flower At The Corner, Or Get A Good Hamburger Or A Bad Girl At 4 A.m. A City Is Where Sirens Make White Streaks Of Sound In The Sky And Foghorns Speak In Dark Grays. San Francisco Is Such A City.

A City Is A Crazy Concrete Jungle Whose People At The End Of Each Day Somehow Make A Small Step Ahead Against Terrible Odds.