small town in the city
San Francisco has small towns, but they call them neighborhoods. Mine is The Richmond District. There are people here that rarely go to the city, even though they live in one. People from the country probably don’t understand that. The city is one thing to them – a giant mix of people who don’t know each other, who live anonymous lives with no sense of community. To people who have lived for generations in the same part of town, it is just the opposite. Even for me, after seven years, I know the people at the coffee shop, I go to Dick’s International to get my haircut, I miss the cashier girl who got transferred from the grocery store. It’s a small town, or a small part of town at least. Filled with plumbers, bad artists, people who hate gays, yoga enthusiasts, local drunks, a regular beggar on the corner, a cast of steady characters any small town in America would recognize.