A year ago I saw a chicken clucking along the curb on Stockton in Chinatown, an obvious escapee. I cheered! Then it hopped down…
The Huffington Post recently ran an interesting piece on the best places to be single in San Francisco (a city notoriously sucky for straight…
If I had some serious money and was visiting this city, I would stay at the Clift Hotel. As soon as you walk into…
Though I'm supposed to be a barfly, I would be remiss if I didn't mention that I hang out at the Beat Museum in…
Certain words set off mnemonics in my head, and “linda” is one of them. But strangely, what comes to mind is “Rosalinda's Eyes” by…
There is a certain camaraderie that sets in when you are stuck on the wrong floor of a hotel with strangers. The building is…
My father looked like he had just been shot with a poison dart. “You don't like James Joyce?” “Well,” I stammered, “It's not that…
