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