Speaking of hearts a poundin’, I sauntered up to the bar, and wouldn’t you know, I bumped into my heart sculpture from 2022. Almost broke it. There it was surrounded by guests and leftover cocktails. My heart sure does get around. I had recently seen it at Neiman Marcus and APEC.

Everyday on the streets of SF we are reminded that America has no socialized medicine, and no real safety net for its most vulnerable citizens.  We have people numbering in the hundreds of thousands living on our streets in California, a quarter of the country’s homeless population is here, in our state, sleeping under overpasses, in tents on the sidewalks, and struggling to find the care they need.  Even in San Francisco, in the richest city, in the richest country in the world, the streets are full of people who need help.