Currently being haunted by the disembodied head of Will Clark.
The plum trees bloom, birds build nests, and the holy days will be upon us soon again. Turn, turn, turn, the seasons.
He’s got an idea for a sitcom. A baseball team. A cast of goofs living in a house just off Alamo Square. Lovable losers, lotharios and scamps: people just eat that stuff up with a spoon.
Here, in my dentist’s office, they’re considered Chomps.
Bob Kantor, proprietor of Memphis Minnie’s, laughs when I ask if he parked on Haight Street.
“Not this year.”
Awfully decent of the boys, the place was a right mess.
Surprisingly, museum stores are the best place to buy Giants gear.
The eloquence of headlines.
Orangetober, my favorite month.
Welcome Orangetober, the month of fall beer and peanuts, bat-cracks and leaves, days golden light and scarves-about-necks: the emperor of all months.
Those were the days.
SPORTS!! SPORTS! SPORTS!
Come for the views, stay for the sport.
Sorry boys, it’s Filipino Heritage Night. Whiteboy Heritage night was…oh, kidding, it’s every day.
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