Well my family business was audio cassette manufacturing. We did mostly folk pashtu/sindhi music, with some of other languages here and there. It is almost dead, with a few months of raw material left. We also had a CD plant but that business had issues that I'd rather not speak of.
My creativity mostly was confined to making old tape loop recording slave-stations to work.
Aren't two true humans always ready for true love, too? And I loved both of them! To hear the perspective of a stranger in a strange land, and to talk Dostoevsky and philosophy, would be worth any inconvenience, and their staying was none at all -- less than none, if you include the home-cooked meal and the camera lesson. And in fact, I found it refreshing to take on my hometown as a tourist.
I showed your friends all the hospitality the City of Roses has to offer: a bacon festival, the Scott Pemberton Trio, the Silver Falls, the food carts; and they attended, though I missed out on, an anarchist bookstore, an anti-capitalism lecture, and a Tarkovsky screening. Weird events and good beer and music: the city's most appealing features, that I think you missed on your brief passage through.
Let me know if you're ever around again, and I'll say so when I go to San Francisco.