Spent some quality time wandering around SFO today.
There’s a display of cultural artifacts from the 1950’s. Of course, mostly from upper class WASP culture, but that’s who had the money to buy stuff. Camera, go say hello to your grandpa:
As a child of the 80’s I really assumed we would all die in a thermonuclear apocalypse eventually. We tend to forget how that possibility was hanging over daily life:
One last reminder that San Francisco embraces all deviant behaviors, even putting a non-V8 engine in an American car, and daring to stick it in the most unholy orientation:
Let your freak flag fly indeed.