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  • ...before the old Transbay Terminal was demolished and the homeless people who had lived there for years were sent scampering, like so many rats. They had been unseen, the mentally ill with no where to go, except by those who might need to scurry through the terminal to catch a Greyhound Bus or by the terminal police force who attempted to maintain a degree of safety in the area. All the public places like the restaurants, bars, barber shops, news stands, had long been abandoned and covered over so that many did not even know they had once existed, in another era. The train no longer arrived here.

    For one glorious day, after all the homeless and mentally unstable were gone, the city opened up the cavernous building and allowed people to wander around and see what had once been a grand transportation terminal. Then the bulldozers and heavy equipment came and tore it all down, closing the streets at night so that the debris would not clog up the thoroughfares carrying people into downtown San Francisco.

    The work is on to build something for this era that will again be grand and glorious for those arriving by bullet train or lumbering bus. The homeless are waiting to reenter.
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