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  • Dexter Wong

    I spent my first Christmas in San Francisco in a crib in my parents’ apartment on Jackson St. The Washington-Jackson cable car ran past our building, but I was too small to notice it. By the time I was big enough to look out the window all that was left was trench in the middle of the street where the tracks had been.

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