Every time when I went to San Francisco, I didnt stay at my daughters, because her residence is a relatively small duplex.  Instead, I stayed at my brother-in-laws, a country mansion in an enclosed community located deep in inside the eastern part of Bay Area called Ruby Hill.

The community is an islolated residential complex, and it comprises of a wide variety of different patterns of architecture; most of them are huge two-storeyed buildings or single-storeyed houses, being not densely dotted in the vast, pleasantly undulating area of 7km to 7.5km in perimeter(I measure it by my paces), which is as large as Central Park of New York.  The center of the garden-like community is a golf course, so the houses skirt around the vast green land.  There are only two gates to the community; each one has four lanes, two for entrance and two for exit, with censor-controlled railings for vehicles.  Despite having been well-planned and beautifully designed, the community lacks amenities such as supermarket.  Therefore, the residents there have to rely on driving a long way to accommodate with themslves with the problems of their daily life.

There are elegant, magnificant houses in the States like in Long Island, New York and in San Marino, Los Angeles, or many a place else where.  But the houses, mansions, and villas there are all individual ones, independent from one another.  A secluded garden community with various, independent houses closely connected to each other as that of Ruby Hill should be unusual to see.  I must say America is truly Gods blue-eyed boy, and it should cherish itself dearly.