Welcome to the Eric Erickson Show podcast, Our Three.

Greetings across America. It's Eric Erickson here, and I'm delighted to have you with me.

The phone number is 877-97-9773-7-4-25 if you want to be on the program. I want to read you

a portion of a story here. I am fascinated by this. I am just fascinated. This story appears in the

San Francisco Chronicle today.

And I got to imagine reading this, the level of ethnic stereotyping among other things and suggestiveness.

But it's also fact-based.

Just let me read you the beginning of this.

We'll take long.

3,500 miles southeast.

That's 3,500 miles for those of you in Realinda.

Southeast of San Francisco.

A dirt road in Honduras, shared by pickup trucks and ox carts,

cuts through the mostly abandoned farmland. On the outskirts of a small village, a jewel-toned

mural appears like a mirage, the Bay Bridge sparkling at at night, stretching across a 10-foot high wall.

In a nearby town square, a skinny kid in a Steph Curry T-shirt climbs a tree.

A few blocks away, a three-wheeled motor taxi whizzes by, a San Francisco giant sticker affixed to its bumper.

More extravagant emblems of San Francisco appear unexpectedly and often, alongside crumbling Adobe

huts, stray roosters and heaps of singed garbage, handsome new homes, some mansions by local standards, some mansions by anybody's standard,

rise behind customized iron gates emblazoned with the San Francisco 49ers logo or the

Golden State Warriors logo.

One mango colored mansion is an homage to the city, a Golden Gate Bridge

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