Beatrice Wahine Delgado
It was 1:27 in the afternoon - sights and sounds accompanying the hour full-bore in the veins of San Francisco Bay's vigorous roads and walkways. The people, a cultural and accepting pedigree of human; oblivious to the woes of the world, or perhaps not caring of, either way, a breed of humanity uncommon to sadness or droll tendencies or lifestyles. They enjoy their lives and they enjoy each other- (Please see description for the rest)