Night and the City, and Oh! what a City!

There was a party last night in the old Hibernia Bank. It was a night of mystery and glamour. As with any event like this in San Francisco, the contrast between what was going on inside, and what life is like outside the bank, was sharp and bittersweet. The occasion was the 20th anniversary of…

Don’t Call it Frisco

We don’t call it Frisco. We don’t call it that, claimed Herb Caen, out of respect for the saint the City was named for. We don’t call it 7×7. That’s a magazine title. We sure don’t  call it Shaky Town, that’s too obvious. The Golden Gate City? Haven’t heard that one, but it’s better than…

Sunday Afternoon at the Ballpark with the (Homogeneous) Crowd

I recently attended a Giant’s game with some cousins on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The sun shined down upon us, the breeze smelled (pleasantly) of the bay, and the crowd roared its approval of a home team win. We were celebrating a family birthday, and her special day was “good luck” for the Giants. They…

Leaving San Francisco, Part OneĀ 

When I left San Francisco, I did it knowing without saying that I would this time most likely never be able to move back again. I had taken it for granted after previous moves away from the city that I could always move back when I had had enough of somewhere else and couldn’t stand…