I vividly remember the first time I heard this sentence.

I was alone, probably 20 years old sitting as far back in the audience as I could in the Brava Theater Center on 24th Street.

I had taken BART home from downtown and it was such a pretty day I decided to get out in the middle of the mission and explore.

I can't remember where I was coming from... but I'll never forget where I ended up.

As I turned left on 24th Street, I remember the sun hitting my face and all the brightly colored wrestling masks swaying in the warm wind. I never understood the fascination with them but I guess kiddos sure do love their luchador gear!

As I walked further down the lively street, I stopped and  ...