What I saw on the Sidewalk

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All sorts of people would walk up to me on the streets of San Francisco and ask in a confused tone, “Why are you, a young woman, wasting your life out here sidewalk counseling in front of a Planned Parenthood, on a Saturday morning?”. There were many reasons.

We would get up early on Saturdays and drive across the Bay Bridge to see the fog and then pull into Mission.