Our ship, The Harbor Emperor, had just passed the “Welcome Home” mural on the end of Pier 31 when we got our first glimpse of it. In the distance, there was the San Francisco fire boat perfectly hidden by the great spouts of water it was sending off, and beyond

 In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time.  On the 78th anniversary of the Golden Gate Bridge, I’m