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Love Letters to Bayview


Muni’s new T-line takes you along Third Street right through the heart of the Bayview, an industrial area that bumps up against traditional neighborhoods, making it a true melting pot. Hunter’s Point draws artists to its studios, Flora Grubb Gardens provides a little oasis (and Ritual Coffee) and Greenleaf’s warehouse is here, providing the city’s best restaurants with their produce.

Submit up to a 300-word “love letter” to Bayview in the comment box below. We'll publish the 10 best neighborhood letters in our upcoming Neighborhoods Issue and pick one to win Outside Lands tickets.


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Dear BV/HP, I love you. Forever, Your Sun.
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An asymmetrical elevation is drawn from a juxtaposition of the past; it suggests the mysteries to be found – the layers, the angles, the folds, the cuts. The air of dreams beyond friction allows for growth, for flight. Ascending into the light, they project towards satisfaction and become engaged in a voyage of time. A collapse of contradictions, blackouts, and voids. There is an internal commitment of destiny. The sunlight blinds my sight. A traveler in transit, as formless, of pure dynamism. Bayview.
Dear Bayview, The majority of San Franciscans are afraid of you. They say you are too ruthless, too violent. They advise me to stay away from you and think I’m crazy for living in your realm. I laugh behind their backs, reveling in the sunshine of my own garden as the rest of them are shivering blindly in the misty fog. I laugh, when your long time residents flash me a warm smile and hold the door open for me at any of the local stores. Common courtesy is so hard to find in other neighborhoods. When I see the young neighborhood kids riding their hand me down bikes down your sidewalks with their parents, watching closely just steps behind them, I think of how many other neighborhoods in the city where kids just don’t have that freedom to move. I laugh again, because of the misconceptions that are blown out of proportion in the SF Weekly or the Guardian written by a biased author who probably lives in Pacific Heights or the Marina. I appreciate your honesty and authenticity– You are not fake. You do not strive to fit into the rest of the San Francisco mentality of “more means more”. You do not overextend yourself. You are not a braggart. You have some of the most hardworking people here in San Francisco that reside in you. This often gets overlooked, as this was and is the working blue collar class of San Francisco. And I am proud. Proud to hang my shirt up every night in your closet. Proud to have been raised in a neighborhood that has made me a stronger person and has made me see the reality of what it means to live modestly. Proud to come home to you. Love, Zee