Yesterday I was reading about the movie “Song of the South”. When I was about 4 years old, my mom took my sister and me to the Alhambra Theater when the movie was released. It was an incredible Walt Disney movie, with music, laughter, and memorable characters. It was based on Uncle Remus stories, brought to life. When I was reading the article, I could hear the song “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah” in my head.
Our family lived in San Francisco when we watched the movie. While I loved everything about the movie, I was a city kid grappling with life in fictional Atlanta, Georgia. I couldn’t imagine people living like that; I had no clue where Georgia was. As a young man, I subsequently visited the South countless times and have lived in the area for more than 25 years. It’s rare to find a copy of the film; however, there must be one somewhere for my great-granddaughter and me.
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I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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