A tribute to the past year in SF; a fond farewell. Bring Your Own Big Wheel 2012: These two were waiting in the porta potty line at the top of the hill, and the woman struck up a casual conversation. SF intermingling at its finest. Ocean Beach: After all this time I still haven’t learned… Continue reading A One Year Retrospective
w4m – San Francisco (mission district) I was walking north on Valencia early Friday afternoon, meandering home after gorging on Arizmendi pizza — bright tomato-red pants, scarf, carrying a bag of cookies for later. You were waiting to order at The Summit [aka 780 Cafe], half turned around to look outside, and I thought you… Continue reading MC: Were you checking me out from The Summit?
w4m – San Francisco Dear patrons of the Church Street Cafe, It’s a Monday evening and you read/write/type diligently and unobtrusively with a vibe that’s part elder center, part beatnik writer convention, part poor student haven. I feel like a voyeur watching you not watching me. Patron #1: You’re forty-something, overweight with a too-thin ‘stache;… Continue reading MC: We sat a few feet apart but never made eye contact
In the spirit of Craigslist Missed Connections [after disclosing my not-so-secret guilty pleasure in a previous post], an MC of my very own! I thought it might be fun to relay some of the amusing and random interactions with strangers that are impossible to avoid in a tiny city like SF [and which, let’s be… Continue reading MC: We raced around the Panhandle
I’m sorry, Los Angeles, you let me down. I was braced for the snooty girls with too much foundation, the endless stop-and-go traffic; I had prepared myself for the extra effort it would take to meet people. But I was not ready for the overwhelming isolation and inaccessibility of steamy urban sprawl. Apparently a good… Continue reading “All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run . . .”