No one to add, but I've just GOT to put in a word for Harvey Milk, the "Mayor of Castro Street". He didn't show up until after I had already left SF, but man, did I ever hear about him from my friends. He was larger than life, a kind of cult hero, someone who would even stand against the local gay "establishment" if he had to. When he was murdered I was totally shocked. It just seemed impossible that such a thing could happen.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me. (Woody Guthrie)