I first lived in California as a nineteen-year old filled with visions of Jack Kerouac, Raymond Chandler, Carlos Santana and the Grateful Dead. From Vermont I was pulled west to the crashing waves of the Pacific in search of romance, freedom and a college education at San Francisco State. I was hooked on the abundant sunshine, diverse population and rugged geographic shelf cantilevered out over the Pacific Rim.
Ten years later I lived in the Bay Area again, having met my wife, who was working in San Francisco and had grown up in Northern California. Since then I have returned often to San Francisco and am always drawn back to its most iconic landmark, the Golden Gate Bridge.