It is hard to sail into the wind. Progress is slow, and often if feels as if you aren’t making progress. The angle of attack is narrow and must be monitored closely, or the wind drives you back. Tom, Marta, and Theta are all sailors pushing into the wind. Only dead fish swim with the current. In the San Francisco bay they care for wayward travelers, wounded sea lions, and an occasional peace artist. As such, I owe them much.