Back in the Days…is a column about the weird and wonderful history of bars, houses, and spaces in the Bay Area. These histories will often involve ghosts. It will also involve those still living who remember what has been and want the wonderful character of the city to continue to thrive. San

These Bay Area ghost stories are perfect to tell over a campfire. Coming into Memorial Day weekend and Summer in The Bay, many of us will go camping or glamping at least once this season. Even if you choose to tell these over your fire pit or on your sofa,

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The Westin St. Francis Hotel looms on the edge of Union Square, bearing silent witness to flocks of tourists and shoppers who likely know nothing of its history. Built in 1904, the St. Francis Hotel is now known to be one of the most haunted hotels in California. Many notable

Them SpaceCrafts: Part 3 by Devin Holt   Missed part 2? Read it here. I knew what to do as soon as I saw that map. The SpaceCraft Nikes were legendary. Word on Instagram was they only made 50 pairs, in a cross-promotion with Mistah F.A.B., the Warriors, and Google.

  Most people don’t know much about the places in which they live, which is a travesty considering how interesting places like San Francisco are. But you know what the best way is to force some history on people? Murder. That’s why I went on the San Francisco Ghost Hunt

I like danger and anything I can’t have. But I am afraid of ghosts.  Historically, I’ve been able to evade the supernatural.  But sometimes, because of our circumstances, we can’t always avoid what we don’t want. I spent the weekend at a San Francisco hostel in lower Nob Hill.  My first

It’s Fall! Winter’s sneaky little sidekick is creeping up on us quickly.  As I write this you may be chopping down a bundle of firewood to get you through the upcoming frozen hell of whatever place you live in. Fall hasn’t reached California yet. We are still blessed with jacket-optional

I have always loved having the bejesus scared out of me. When I was little I used to read the book Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark over and over which seemed to concern my Grandpa, who called me a ‘œghoul.’ I remember being a little offended by that,