This picture, although still attractive, doesn’t hold a candle to the view I had on May 11, 1953, when our ship approached the Golden Gate Bridge at San Francisco. Our ship was ahead of schedule and we had to kill some time at sea because we couldn’t land until business hours on Monday morning. This was very early in the morning and we could smell the fresh aroma of the good old USA before we could see land. This helped rid our noses of the Oriental smell that had built up for 16 months.