San Francisco

Take me on an awesome drive along the crooked street. And treat me to a big burrito in the Mission District. I see no rival to San Francisco where I spent 8 years of my life as a young adult with a wife and three children. Take me back there for just a day or two to enjoy the views. Let my memory take in the Golden Gate Park visits with my kids. Take me across the Golden Gate Bridge one more time. Show me again that massive structure of awe and beauty. That beautiful golden orange hanging high above the sea. Why, I surely must have crossed it a thousand times. I know the feeling of the late-night mild and harmless shakes. I am forever grateful to have not experienced a big quake. Take me back to the spot where on a Sunday afternoon, dressed in our Sunday best, my two kids and I were drenched by the high tide. Take me on another drive or a ride up and down on the trolly car on California street, or on the N-Judah street-car all the way to the Pacific. Give me another great breathtaking view of Market Street from Twin Peaks. A walk across the beach west of The Golden Gate Park would engender memories so dear and close to my heart. Or how about the challenge of Leaving for church on A Bay to Breakers Sunday morning? Let me breathe the atmosphere in the financial district. Take me back to bitter-sweet drives from bank to bank, picking up deposits. Allow me to navigate the morning fog and hear the sound of the fog horns. And please allow me another ocean view from my living room window. Oh, sweet San Francisco, you grew on me and taught me so much about love. 121722PSCtest, Take Me There. Margarita Lillico