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Franz Schneider's Private Messages
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In the 70's sometime, my dad was a 3rd engineer on a freighter
that came into SF Bay, Since that was near where my home now
is, I picked him up at his ship on the Embarcadero just south of
the Bay Bridge. After a very pleasant day's visit, he had to be
back on board by midnight, so about 8pm we (he, myself, and a
brother-in-law, all very white) headed down to the waterfront
thinking to have a final drink in a waterfront bar.

There weren't any.

We drove south past his ship's moorage and just kept on going,
looking for a small neighborhood-type place. We didn't see
anything until we were more than halfway to Hunter's Point
(Rainier Valley-type neighborhood). Finallt we saw a bar,
stopped, and went to the door. As we opened it, the clientele, all
black, became suddenly silent. The bartender looked at us and
without missing a beat said, "You boys with the band?"

We shared a good laugh with everyone and went on our
way--without thedrinks.

I guess that's music-related.