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 –

Harry Aleo was a throwback to when San Francisco wasn’t as freaky-deaky as it is now.  As a super conservative in Noe Valley he stuck out like a sore thumb, and liked it that way.  He’s dead now, but he used to own Twin Peaks Properties of which I wrote