Cultural institutions in San Francisco continually search for new acquisitions. Alexis Coe brings you the most important, often wondrous, sometimes bizarre, and occasionally downright vexing finds each week.
Robert Berner was waiting in line for movie tickets on Market Street when he noticed an attractive young man staring at him. They locked eyes, but it was too dangerous to speak. Berner had only just arrived in San Francisco, but this was the late 1950s. He had been warned that police didn't take kindly to males loitering in the streets.
“We wanted to get to know each other, so we started walking together, and it just happened to be in the direction of his house,” Berner remembered. “We picked up some beer and ice cream on the way.”