I made a visit in my late teens. Upon entering the front door I was greeted by a Colt Gatling Gun. The big brass bodied example with the mag on top. SF is my birthplace and my father ran a trucking company with the office off Army street. Had an uncle that lived there too. It has changed and is unrecognizable to my memories. Unlikely I will ever visit it again. Ruined.
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