Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is bit disconcerting. Wouldn't you be insulted if your first cousin's political agenda was hanging over your head like a sword, as if I should drop all my plans and spend all my time working on all his junk? Since when do my unemployed high school dropout cousins tell me what my priorities ought to be? Should I apologize for having a thought independent of my cousins? I mean, really, I have visited Fisherman's Wharf and rode on those little cable cars up and down Telegraph Hill. I have experienced Russian Hill's downhill turns and browsed through Chinatown shops. Nevertheless, San Francisco doesn't mean very much to me. I really never cared very much about their Bay Area attitude problem.