"Slums with bay windows," Tom Wolfe called our collection of bright-colored boxes stuck on the hillsides. They might have been made of ticky-tacky, but nowadays our real estate is coveted the world over and commands dump-trucks full of solid gold. Ponder the meaning of this modern-day woodframe Cibola from this undeveloped and unchanged perch near a working-class San Franciscans' school. From this Potrero view, a grassy field edged by visible serpentine rock formations, you can see clear across the entire Mission District, past Noe Valley, all the way to Twin Peaks — a billion-dollar view, indeed. It's a commanding perch from which to watch the cranes go up downtown and the poor people go out from everywhere else. Is that a moving truck or a sheriff serving an eviction notice? If a humble Queen Anne cottage is flipped twice a year and nobody is evicted, do the protesters make a sound? The details may be hard to parse from this vantage point, but it all looks like gentrification in a certain light.