June Flags are Flying on Market Street

Another year has gone by, and it’s June in San Francisco. We’re going to fly our rainbow flags, and celebrate our LGBTQ friends and loved ones. I love a parade!

Fire and Smoke

Yesterday I walked out of Walgreens on Market Street and I saw the smoke I was walking into. I’d seen the smoke from the North Bay fires in Napa, Santa Rosa, Calistoga, Glen Ellen, and points between, as I rode over the Bay Bridge that morning. And on Monday, I had been able to see…

Goodbye to Gasser’s

Adolph Gasser’s is closing at the end of this month. I went into the store the other morning and asked them about it, and the woman behind the counter said that, thankfully, it’s not been pushed out like a lot of other San Francisco businesses have been in recent years. The owners are retiring.  My…

MUNI in Pictures

The San Francisco Municipal Railway, known around the Bay Area as MUNI, has had quite the transit history. Trust me, I know. I was raised by a whole tribe of Bay Area transit historians, my father and grandfather at the controls for most of their adult lives. Once you’ve heard streetcar, cable car, trolley, and,…

Mornings in Oakland When I’m Remembering

Yeah, the 16th Street Station gets me every time I see it. I don’t see it as it is now, I see it as it was when I could get a chocolate milk and powdered donuts at the snack bar as we waited for the Southern Pacific engines to come by.  And I see the…

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…

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…

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…