The Tenderloin Geographic Society

If you’re anywhere near Divisadero tonight (the street the 24 calls “Diviz”), please go give your respects, love, and complaints about cheese-weight to Mario at the Country Cheese Store.  Chase is purchasing the building, and after more than two decades, that stretch of the Western Addition will lack the funk of an aged gouda or ripe Camembert. 
Just as well, pop in and buy three pounds of truffles next door—I’m more of a savory sort and tend toward cheese over truffles, so. 

Mario claims they’re looking for a new location on Divisadero, so here’s hoping we’ll still have access to his excellent cheesemongering skills as well as his general righteousness. 

For more background, see Haighteration’s coverage of how this whole story went down.

A kind of sadness in Kansas. 
He asks if I’ve shot Kodachrome, I haven’t, for I was poor and cheap and fine with Ilford; whatever I could get in a canister, I got and was happy for it. 

But of this demise, of this finality—what would Bill say?