This map is so right

I remember it well.  I can only compare the Anchorage of my childhood to ancient Athens.  Each day was, even then, a fusillade of cerebral ordnance, an unrelenting cognitive mêlée.  Utopians to the left of me, Spenglerites to the right, every conversation a crawl through barbed wire across a no-man's land of intractable, deeply held, yet dynamic and staggering rigorous intellectual beliefs.  You couldn't even get a bacon cheeseburger at Arctic Roadrunner unless you first proved yourself in phenomenological combat or Marxist dialectics.  Many's the time I saw the logical positivists huddled outside, thin and shivering, staring hungrily through those frost-paned windows.

San Francisco is kind of dumb in comparison, as this map shows, but at least it's not as bad as Boston-Manchester, the vapid heart of American intellectual pretension, the feeble center of the obsolete, obsolescent, and obtuse, the soulless oogonium (in the thallophytian sense) of benighted pedantry.

As for those impostors in Charlotte and Lafayette, I suppose it all depends on whether you want to make a boiler, or get the right answer, doesn't it?