Otherwise known as reading the obits. Somedays you feel like you just don't fit in anywhere. Imagine the life of Vera Wong, her picture shows a lovely woman born and raised in Shanghai, China and met her husband during WWII. After they married they relocated to Fargo, ND. Can you even imagine it, a young Chinese woman relocating to Fargo, ND in 1946?
Joseph Walter Castillo, a native San Franciscan rode his bike to work. It says he was an avid recycler and general packrat. I picture piles of newspapers piled up and little paths through his house, just enough to get his bike in and out. This does not sound like a good thing to me. Sorry Walt, but...
Then there was Mark Adams another native San Franciscan, he was a member of the Post Card Club. Who knew there was such a thing?
With the demise of Mark and Walt, how many native San Franciscan's can be left? Everyone you meet is from somewhere else.