Motel and Memories

This area at Ocean Beach has a huge significance to me in my exploring America, and experiencing its electric urban rail transit.  In 1969 -- back in the era of the PCC on Muni -- I spent my first night anywhere in the West at the motel whose sign is visible to the left of the train.

I was suddenly two time zones beyond anywhere I had ever been before, having left still-cold and snowy Ohio that day a visit to lush and unknown California.  In bed that night I could hear the streetcars turning around the sharp curves of the loop long, long after I would normally expect to be asleep.  It was all so exciting,  traveling long distances on my own, being in San Francisco  -- and listening to those trolleys grinding away. 

If only I had taken photos on that portion of the trip. 

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