Haunting my youthful stomping grounds in marvelous Marin. This was a Chinese fishing village, China Camp in the North Bay of San Francisco near where we lived in San Rafael. They caught shrimp and processed for shipment mostly back to China. When we were teens it was still a camp with a small store and Mrs.Quan would sell us six packs. I was flooded with memories yesterday walking around there and being in my home town in general. However the author who said it, got it right, you cannot go home again.