It was a wondrous miracle rising rapidly from a primitive coastline village to a bustling modern metropolis. It was The City of the Argonauts. San Francisco at the beginning of the 20th century. This new metroplis was built on the gold of the Sierras and the silver and gold of the Comstock Lode.
It began with the Gold Rush of 1849 and the boom that followed showed no signs of lessening. At the turn of the century, giants of industry and finance operated in newly erected skyscrapers on Market Street. Towering pylons of brick and stone like the 18-story Spreckels Building. There were always grand parades to celebrate something.
Fancy dressed Edwardian dudes and their grand ladies attended lavish productions at the Grand Opera House. And booming outdoor concerts in Golden Gate Park.
And atop Nob Hill, overlooking the commercial heart of the city, stood an imposing white stone architectural masterpiece. The Fairmont Hotel.
The future of this golden paradise seemed to have no limits. What could possibly halt or disrupt its unbridled growth?
I intend to self-publish a new novella shortly entitled, The Time Trolley. Watch for it. In the meantime, I plan to post several fascinating stories I uncovered during my research into San Francisco’s colorful past.