At the rear of the workshop, there was a small upstairs office. I remember the day when a seamstress came up stairs and said, "Norman, I think you had better come down." At the front door I found a couple of shady types obviously checking out our alarm system. I asked what I could do for them. They were shucking and jiving me when I noticed them looking over my shoulder. I turned around and saw our black Great Dane approaching. Her name was Sation. I turned and said "Back Sation." I heard the guys exclaim, "Satan" and they were gone. Sation was there for just that reason; we had had a burglary through the roof at night. Sation would sleep in an armchair near the door. We had no more burglaries. But, every morning there was a ton of dog poop. On top of that, she took to hanging out in front of the meat market down on 18th Street. I think that was about the time we moved to Folsom Street and Sation moved back to Sebastopol.
Natural instinct caused those on the ground to run from the burning wreck as fast as they could, but Chief Petty Officer Frederick J. “Bull” Tobin, a longtime airship veteran and an enlisted airship pilot who was in charge of the Navy landing party, cried out to his sailors: “Navy men, Stand fast!!” Bull Tobin had survived the crash of USS Shenandoah, and he was not about to abandon those in peril on an airship, even if it meant his own life. And his sailors agreed. Films of the disaster (see below) clearly show sailors turning and running back toward the burning ship to rescue survivors; those films are a permanent tribute to the courage of the sailors at Lakehurst that day.