At Crissy Field today with husband and baby. Sundays at Crissy Field are intense, and in my view, best avoided. Just too many people; too many babies in strollers, too many harried parents, too many cyclists, too many people making and avoiding eye contact as they pass by on the promenade...and it's actually not the greatest place to take a baby; too much sun and wind on a typical day. But we enjoyed it anyway. Just won't rush back there with the kid, unless it's a weekday morning and the weather conditions are nearly ideal.
At Fort Point, we came across the sign on the fence to the right of the building, near the water's edge, something that everyone must see and wonder about if they visit the spot: a metal plaque with embossed handprints and the words, "Hopper's Hands." Curious, I sought information on the Internet, and here's the link to a deeply moving article about the Golden Gate Bridge ironworkers who have saved dozens of lives already--not as part of their job, but as volunteers:
http://www.hoppershands.blogspot.com/
Nothing I need to add to that, except to say, with people like that in the world, the human race does have a chance.
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