I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don’t care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
— Frank Sinatra
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Today we’re in San Francisco working, observing, writing and taking pause with our wife and son to ride cable cars up and down Powell Street, traverse through the city’s varying districts – like Chinatown, North Beach, SoMa and Fisherman’s Warf – and eat fresh crab and pasta. What follows are some ruminations on the City’s beginnings, gold, Jack London, and much, much, more…
The First Day of the California Gold Rush
On January 24, 1848, James W. Marshall stepped out from Sutter’s Mill and peered down the American River, in Coloma, California. In the distance he saw a glimmer along the river bank twinkling back at him. What could it be? Continue reading







