The Stockton Tunnel And The School (Grade School) In Chinatown That Tammy And Eddy Attended For Their Introduction To An Education Came With "Do You Speak English?" As I Spoke French!!:)

Student League of San Francisco
Art Gallery
California and Polk
near Nob Hill

Steven Zellerbach philanthropist, businessman, community activist and fourth generation San Franciscan and my mother were dear, dear friends.  Often my mother would speak of Zellerbach and along with the Student League of San Francisco there were many conversations that lead to the Law Program.  James Mosley would be the dearest of kindness towards the students of San Francisco Schools.  His endeavor towards education brought the Art Program to a depth that the Schools of San Francisco had become a larger part of my mother and her foundation to strength of entrepreneurship and intellectual property, this was in the latter part of the 1960s.  As the staff increased so did the work to bring envelope to many table side events, Polo in the Park wrapping the warmth up in the mid 2000s as my mother became ingrained to live in absolute and love as she dearly missed Edward Kenneth Placek, Jr., aka, EKP, which in reality was her loves father and that always makes me laugh as the ignorant never burst the verse to more than an insult.  Shame must grip the siblings that made cur of speech and platters of split such a chorus that notes became the napkin of dining upon my mother and her love, Edward Kenneth Placek, Jr., and, how staggering these same shores must sand in memory and not subbed.

Might San Francisco remember more than songs that sheer their experience to only leaving their hearts behind.  May the comprehension be of greater fathom at a logic that describes the picture where I am in the gallery entry watching the passing tourist from overseas while watching California Street beam.  These parts of desk and artistic verb raise one more question too.  Who is this guy?