This was the best of the whizzing-by-on-the-highway shots I got of the SOUTH SAN FRANCISCO THE INDUSTRIAL CITY Mountain Message. Ever the Bay Area Beatrice, Jessica informs me that South San Francisco is the place that inspired the anti-conformity ditty, "Tiny Boxes." Not "Tiny Voices" -- that's Bad Religion. The group Bad Religion, I mean. OH, wait. It's not "Tiny Boxes," it's "Little Boxes." I always get that wrong. It's the song that goes:

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes,
And they came out all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they're all put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
In boxes made of ticky-tacky,
And they all look just the same.

(Malvina Reynolds)