Guest Post by Elena Harper Summer in San Francisco is not for the faint-hearted. We have months called June Gloom and Fogust, to honor our favorite native son: Karl the Fog. Wrapped in layers, hot beverage in hand, true locals know this is a time of retrospection and reconnection –

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner It’s Fogust here in San Francisco. Our Great Grey Dame can even be seen sashaying through the Mission District, leaning gently into the husks of burnt buildings as if she’s peering in with sadness. The downtown skyscrapers, those