San Francisco was turning into a jungle—more and more people living in cars, more and more mobs roaming the streets, more and more dangers in day-to-day living.
Rheinhardt was a sculptor who did the best he could in San Francisco . . . until they drafted his best friend to fight in South America . . . until his artist's colony turned into a home for spoiled no-talents . . . until his girlfriend began to ask him where he was going . . . until he felt like …