I saw that the Presidio website has started posting a “Memories of the Presidio” section which includes stories of military and civilians going back to the 40′s.
Here’s a pleasant excerpt:
Most vivid Presidio Memories: The Presidio was the most scenic and beautiful army base I’d ever been to. The distinctive scent of the Eucalypts trees hung in the humid air and blended with the cool fresh ocean breezes. The fog crept in at night and lingered until late morning. Sandberg’s poem “Fog” seemed as though he wrote it for San Francisco and The Presidio.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.I fell asleep at night listening to the foghorns on the bay tooting their random melody. When I returned to San Francisco years later, my biggest disappointment was that radar had replaced the horns.
