As we’ve often surmised before, a quick glance at San Francisco on any given day is essentially an inventory of things we’ve lost.  Sure, the legacy business closures and demolitions are reams long, but even longer and more crushing is the list of citizens expunged by either economic or even lethal force.

The lovers, the dreamers and thee.  Yes, they still exist in San Francisco and this Saturday you have the chance to mix among them once again and remember why you chose to sit on that dock of the bay. This past week was Citizenship Day and also in,1859, the day that

A veteran tour guide gives us the hidden trails, different seasons, and forgotten secrets on the Rock.

As the Marina-esque gentrification gradually extends south from Lombard to Valencia, the usual watering holes of the service industry professional have been polluted by the bridge and tunnel crowd that now, more then ever, frequent the Mission.  Many of the safe havens and bolt-holes with no line to the bathrooms/bar/venue

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.

LOCATION: BERNAL HEIGHTS PARK BEVERAGE: MOYLAN’S IRISH STYLE RED ALE For this installment, I decided to truck it up to the North facing slope of Bernal Heights with my girlfriend and my dog. Funny, it wasn’t difficult to talk either of them into “doing research on a project” with me.

Just in time for the heat wave, some civic-minded individual hauled a functioning upright piano to the  top of Bernal Hill. I was just there, and it fucking rules. What was most remarkable about the experience was the fact that everyone up there seemed to know how to play piano

As usual, the air is balmy and the sky is overcast. Just as it should be on any respectable Saturday morning. It’s the perfect weather to cozy up with a bowl of soup on your overstuffed couch you paid too much for, and if you didn’t know, it’s also the

  Its mid-June, folks, which in San Francisco means we are heading into the home-run stretch of Pride month.  As Market street gets all polychromatic and workers frantically try to blast all the dried “character” away, all across town festivals, booze- busts, lecturers and shindigs are popping up like so