On the third morning, we walked across the street and saw a homeless man huddled up, sleeping, in the alcove of the business right next to Sears. He was wrapped up in a sleeping bag with all of his belongings beside him, including what looked to be a relatively new pair of Timberland boots. Unfortunately for the snoozing man, another man who carried all of his earthly personal possessions on his back, swiped those boots as he walked by, bragging to his friend all the while.

Our elderly Chinese driver turned out to be spry, kind, and funny. He made some small talk about the city and then told us he had been driving the streets of San Francisco for 40 years. David, a wonderful and encouraging listener, discovered that the driver was 76 years old, his wife, 81, and they were still active and extremely healthy. At the next stoplight, he showed us pictures of his family (grandkids and all), and then he slapped David on the back and said, “You’re a good boy! You call me ‘Uncle’!”