22 years ago this week I arrived in SF from Toronto, all my belongings in a rented truck, driving 3000 miles across America, returning to live in my home country after 18 years abroad. An easy ride on US-80, made possible by all the pioneers and builders who first crossed the continent on foot, in wagons. What took me 9 days took them most of a year. That trip gave me a visceral sense of the vastness of the country and their stunning pluck and toughness. They were far better men.