They kicked my butt twice a week, every week (minus school-time vacations) for more than two years.
There's a bench at the top with a memorial to the six Jesuit priests, their housekeeper, and her daughter, who were murdered by a US-trained (and -backed) death squad of the Salvadoran army in 1989. Or the memorial might just be to Ignacio Ellacuría, who studied at USF. In any case, if I ever got fed up with school or the walk or the weather or my relative middle-class poverty, I would often sit at that bench, look at the tiles, and think about those Jesuits and those who served them. Celina Ramos was fifteen-years-old. What kind of monster murders a fifteen-year-old girl? You'd be surprised at how many monsters there are in the world, seemingly normal people who lose their humanity because they believe in a cause, a country, an idea, a duty.
I'm not superstitious, but I love random patterns, so I almost always ascend on the right side (facing Lone Mountain) and descend on the left side. Sometimes, especially if there was a mini-traffic jam, especially walking with Lori, I would descend on the right, but I don't think I ever ascended on the left. That's not dedication, my friends; it's pure neurosis. And I think I'll always do that.
I could talk about windblown curtains and fog and rolling strange pinecones, but I'll save that for a future review. Maybe I won't mention those things ever again. If you want to understand anything I'm talking about, you need to find these steps and climb them. Muni makes it nice and easy for you: There's a Chabot stop on the 31-Balboa. read more