San Francisco Again

Well, we have been back from San Francisco for about three weeks. Is it strange I am itching to go back? I told Lisa that while I was a teenager I loved the Beatnik poets like Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Ferlinghetti. I remembered how San Francisco was revered so much in their poetry. This led me to have a romanticized idea of what that city would be like to visit. Upon visiting the first time, it truly lived up to my ideal of what that city would be like. I mean, never could I have imagined a city where two men fearlessly walking down the street, holding hands, would be allowed to do so without fear of persecution. San Francisco is like that. Artists can be artists, poets can be poets, and lovers can be lovers. This is my new favorite city.