At least for now. The bulk of my research actually suggested that we’d be best off heading down to Silicon Valley itself—the string of towns southeast of the city that are home to the world’s largest conglomeration of high-tech companies—but first, I figured we might as well explore the options in our own backyard. “It’s nice just to be out of that damn house for a change,” George says as we get off the bus at the corner of Folsom and 11th Street. “Tell me about it! I feel like I’ve almost forgotten where we are!” The financial district’s glass-and-stone towers loom to the northeast. Were it not for the unmistakable point of the Transamerica Pyramid reminding us otherwise, in the purplish twilight, it could almost be Manhattan. And then a streetcar clangs faintly in the distance. Nope! This is definitely not New York! The realization courses through my veins like pure adrenaline. “We should have done this the day we got here!” I link my arm through George’s and we begin to walk.
