Infinite City by Rebecca Solnit - if you’re a savant groupie, she’s definitely a candidate for your swoons and pining over at distance. South of Market (SOMA) was gasping it’s last working class historical breath when I left in ‘92.. now that 280 is down, the new ball park in full swing, and all the new business buildings and residences are in place - a lot of great grit is gone…

Infinite City is a book of maps, all about San Francisco - the maps of place, people and events, the maps of the all the hearts who’ve beat the streets in the city by the bay… every heart is a map - every sigh a signpost - every laugh a lane…

If you want to listen to the official station of Vertigo and San Francisco’s idiosyncratic trousseau, check out KABL…

… still winter in S.F. - torrential rain, clouds being driven like teams of mules by the wind. . nothing left to do by have some cheap red wine in North Beach. . after going to SFMOMA…where there was a fantastic exhibit of Mexican Photography…a must see.

I could shoot a million pictures of bars I went to in North Beach and China Town: Li Po, Buddha Bar, Red’s, Vesuvios, Veni Veci (closed), Tosca (hot damn), The Saloon (allegedly oldest standing operating bar in S.F.), Washington Street Bar and Grill (closed), The Savoy (?), oh I could go on and on but hey, I was drinking!…but this image is of Nick and Tony’s on Union, one of the best pocket bars around, a small and classy drinking hole - not sure if it’s open, but look at that exterior, an art director’s dream - a small deco’ish entrance, totally S.F…

Then back to the silver Airstream via the Larkspur ferry…

cutting my way through all the ghosts around me - into the parallel universe that was the past in San Francisco

adios, San Diego - little Italy was fun, but it was a cleaner, more Disney-esque version of San Francisco’s version if I remember it right…that obscured graffiti on the galvanized fence, that’s my kinda pretty…