Tuesday, September 28, 1976 Strange time in San Francisco:The other night we got detailed up to the People’s Temple at Geary and Fillmore. It’s a weird church group, more like a Moonie cult than a religion. Last year, a couple thousand mixed-race … Continue reading
Wednesday, April 21, 1976 Gorgeous sunset tonight: I love it when the sun lights up the side of the Bank of America building downtown. Reminds me there still is beauty in San Francisco. I like how when gays move into … Continue reading
Tuesday, April 20 1976 Nice fog this morning. Like a river running over the top of Twin Peaks, the ebb and flow rolling over San Francisco has affected my moods all my life. The fog sure changed my mother’s mood: … Continue reading
Friday, February 6,1976 The snow is gone, but Charles Gain is still Chief of the San Francisco Police Department. I’m sorry, but I can’t take this seriously. Not to be cynical or a Poor Me … but as I read it, … Continue reading
Thursday, February 5, 1976 At midnight, I got off work at Park Station and drove home to my apartment in Diamond Heights. I lit a fire in the fireplace, poured a Jack Daniels, and collapsed in front of the window … Continue reading
Thursday, February 5, 1976, 0800 The old whip-saw of my life is back: Things have been pretty shitty since the strike last August. But this morning is off-the-charts beautiful. I never thought I’d ever see this much snow in San Francisco! … Continue reading