The Tragic Transit Palace

It’s closed down due to cracks in the support beams, but it was nice while it lasted. And that was only about a month or so after it opened in August. With a lovely lobby and a light show. And lots of great space with wide screen destination information display, and tile floors that depict…

Three Generations of San Francisco Natives: Dad, Gramps and Myself

K. Demoro Photog is my photographer nom de shoot. I come from Ralph Wilkins, and Harre Wilkins Demoro’s darkroom of history. Grandpa grew up on Russian Hill, and he and Grandma (who grew up in the Mission), raised dad and Aunt Nancy in Oakland and Alameda. These are the guys who raised me to know…

Transbay Thought

That moment when you’re on BART hurtling through the pitch black Transbay Tube, knowing that at the end of this 7-1/2 min ride, you will arrive. In San Francisco.

My BART: A Sort of Memoir about my Father

When my dad died in 1993, the BART Board of Directors sent a funeral flower wreath. It was in the shape of the BART logo. Really. A blue and white ba. My family was honored, but my cousins and I thought it was the ugliest thing we’d seen in a long time. Especially after my…