Apparently, after a three-day trip to the beach, I look Latino:
- two, maybe three dozen Latino guys in identical long black t-shirts stare me down as I ran by Garfield Square Park
- the littlest girl (perhaps three years old?) in a Mexican family of ten, out for a walk, tugged on her mom's hand, pointing at me, saying "¡mira, mamá, mira! César Chavez! Es César Chavez!"
- A Latino gentleman in his early fifties, walking the other way past the hospital, thumped his right fist on his left shoulder and gave me the V-para-victoria, shouting across the street: "¡Sí se puede! ¡Hasta la victoria siempre!". "¡Sí!" I responded, but he apparently took the hint that my Spanish isn't that hot, and he switched to English: "Yes," he said, "it is coming!"
 how awesome is it that la revolución is still alive for a 55-year-old Latino man in the Mission?
 the half-Jew-crew's most famous members are the Gyllenhaals: where I get occasionally talked to in Spanish -- or quizzed by Indian immigration officials about whether I'm Pakistani -- Jake Gyllenhaal, on the other hand, gets cast as the Prince of Persia.