When I went to San Francisco in that cold late spring of 1967, I did not even know what I wanted to find out, and so I just stayed around a while and made a few friends.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I grew up in Marin County north of San Francisco, and in the 1950s and '60s it was a natural paradise.
Just before my final year of high school, my brother, sister and I moved with my mother to San Francisco.
My sister and I were born in San Francisco. When our parents died, we came down here to live with relatives.
I've always had a connection here in the city from the first day I arrived. I stayed in the city. I made San Francisco my home. I was seen in the offseason at a lot of different functions, and people liked that.
Many people in San Francisco know me, and they know my persistence.
When I was 19 years old, I hitchhiked across the country to San Francisco.
I went to UC Santa Cruz, overlooking the Bay of Monterey and Santa Cruz, in 1969. Back then, the city was part-hippie, part-surfer, but mostly retired chicken farmer.
I moved to San Francisco when I was 20 years old. I couldn't even drink yet. My friends in college thought I was so stupid for missing out on the four best years of my life. But I was so ready to start living my own life and absorb Silicon Valley culture.
Well, when I was a kid, I grew up in San Diego next to the ocean. The ocean was my friend - my best friend.
I'm a huge fan of San Francisco. And I was out here for a couple years in the mid-'90s when I was a Wallace Stegner Fellow at Stanford.
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