The other day I was remembering the 1950s -1960s in San Francisco

Coming from the East Bay to the City over the bay bridge the senses would fill with the sounds of fog horns and cable cars - the aroma of Hills brothers coffee and San Francisco Anchor beer- further down the highway was the sniff of Planters peanuts. The fog that is unique in the way it weaves through the hills and Golden Gate bridge. After WWII people from around the world moved in and many languages filled the air and all races of humanity - one could always find a corner store in any neighborhood - plus neighborhood libraries and schools -all education was free - museums, recreation centers and the zoo were also free.