Crime in SanFrancisco

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    We spent three days recovering in San Francisco. Jane's son is aworld renowned artist, who graciously allowed us to stay with him. His works areimpressive, turning homes into medieval and Victorian works of art. His repeat clientsinclude Danny Glover and Immelda Marcos.
He delighted in exposing the naive straight Southern boy to the night life in the Castro.I was amazed, but more so at how so many people could possibly live in such a small area(San Francisco only covers a few square miles). Height-Asbury was also less thanimpressive. Runaway teenage wannabe hippies still migrate there by the thousands eachyear. They discover that the Summer of Love ended thirty years ago, and find themselveshomeless and locked into drug addiction and prostitution.
The last night there my car was broken into. At midnight I caught the thief in the act. Hefled, leaving me the flashlight he had used to smash out my window. The window, repairedimproperly, still doesn't roll down, but I still have his flashlight. I called the police.When they arrived, they told me that if I didn't remove the battery from my car, the carwould be gone when I woke up. As I stood in the street holding my battery, a gun battlerang out a block away. The cop raced off without another word as I stood there withgunshots coming from all around me.
We left the next day.
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