This is a story about three of the best friends I ever had. We met long ago in a job training program run by the Salvation Army in San Francisco. Wei Phanh was a Vietnamese immigrant, Jesse was a middle-aged Chicano man who’d fallen off the wagon after 15 years of sobriety, and Judith L. was recently sober, a Jewish artist from Brooklyn, New York. My own qualifications were simply Low Income Uneducated Youth. I don’t know if those are still qualifications, but they were enough to get me in the door – long ago.
Long ago, San Francisco was far away. It was not always a white, gentrified, compound with the highest real estate prices in the nation.
It was first a city of conquest and thus had a huge Latino neighborhood, the Mission…
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