The wind battering Treasure Island in early May was strong enough to blow a ladybug off the sidewalk.
“Watch out little guy,” Indigo warned. He took his next steps with a delicacy unexpected from a man wearing thick trekking shoes and distressed cargo pants.
On the Southwest side of the mile-long island, Indigo walked along a rock buffer separating the road from the sea. Looking out at downtown San Francisco, he described how he saw it when he first arrived 30-some years ago: A “snowglobe city,” quaint and pristine…