City lights, the basement of my heart, the cellar of my mind, the cave of my dreams, the city of my home.

It gave birth to the Ashbury Height, but it survived it. When I had my first free weekend to visit the City from Palo Alto back in 1990, I went to see both places, and only the bookstore was alive. If it ever comes to it, this bookstore is the one we need to be preserved for the posterity. The cradle of freedom, born out of the wedlock of civilization, far out on the western frontier, last stop before Universe. A statue of courage, vision and aspiration. Without it there would be no hippies, or at least they would not descent on the City to build their dream.