The end of what was in San Francisco

(written by lawrence krubner, however indented passages are often quotes). You can contact lawrence at: lawrence@krubner.com

Rarely does there seem so extreme a case of affluent people moving to a city because it seems creative, and then, by their own efforts, killing off the creativity.

Sad and worrisome:

I just can’t. I was born in San Francisco; my parents live there, today.

Gentrification is real and palpable. Once cozy neighbourhoods have become playthings for the rich and entitled. Where botánicas once opened their doors, now pricey designers have moved their precious boutiques. Where once a freewheeling, affordable, and creative life was king/queen, now only the most moneyed can afford to eat, live, and play. The artists have gone. The neighbourhood feel of the Mission and the Castro seems dispirited and dampened.

I suppose that this is just the way of things: people come, and then they leave; and thus the cycles of lives and cities are ever in flux. But visiting San Francisco nearly always leaves me either broken-hearted or irritated, and so I rarely travel there.

Good luck and Godspeed to those who remain, and are fighting the good fight.

Rest in Peace, Alex Nieto. We have all betrayed you.

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