Never was, never will be, a late night kind of town.
Wherein is housed a bust of Willie Brown.
Circa the Reagan era, author unknown.
Fuck you, Photoshop, says late 1906.
Admit it: you go to used bookstores because you expect someday to find one of these in a dusty old tome.
Bushmills, for example.
Archival inquiry is just another way of saying dirty laundry. We want your trash.
Crowd sourcing content.
Where the exhibition on the Oakland-Bay Bridge was to be found.
The SF History Expo, where the boot-on-the-face meets the cheerful archivist.
The SF Sheriff’s booth at the SF History Expo does not disappoint. Therein lies the finest collection of shivs seen outside of a Soviet Gulag.