Friday, May 17, 1974 We had a pretty sunset last night. They’re probably going to tear down the old KGO-TV tower soon. The new Sutro Tower is amazing. You can see it from almost anywhere in the City. I’ve been … Continue reading
Thursday, May 2, 1974 This afternoon we found the hideout of the Symbionese Liberation Army, the crew who’d kidnapped newspaper heiress Patricia Hearst. It’s at 1827 Golden Gate Avenue. We got called there on a 913 “investigate a suspicious odor” — … Continue reading
Wednesday May 1, 1974 Beautiful sunrise this morning. I slid open the window and just took deep breaths.It was gorgeous! The challenge for me is balancing the beauty here at home with the shit I deal with every night at … Continue reading
Tuesday, January 29, 1974 0400 I’m standing at the open window looking out at the weird fog,making the city look like a smokey bar. My fireplace is crackling, and I’m getting drunk. I don’t get the concept that if you … Continue reading
Monday, January 21, 1974 The sound of sirens woke me this morning at 0302. Sat up in bed and looked out the window, shocked to see a huge wall of flames and a towering column of smoke rising straight up … Continue reading
Monday, December 24, 1973 A little after 7 this morning I saw the grossest thing I’ve seen since I’ve been in the business: A bundle with body parts inside washed up on Ocean Beach at the foot of Pacheco Street … Continue reading
Sunday, September 30, 1973 I worked Field Security at the 49ers game this afternoon at Candlestick against the Rams. We got killed 40-20. Took my camera along and got some pictures of the cheerleaders and 49er QB John Brodie. Amazing to … Continue reading
Tuesday, September 11, 1973 I’m off probation, so they can’t fire me. I like that! All I’ve got to do now is show up to work — for the next 28 years. But, at times, I wonder if I’ll make … Continue reading
Monday, August 20, 1973 The fog is starting to come up Portola Drive and will be here in no time — matches my mood. I’m sad, really sad. It’s Erica. I miss her. Listening to the Quincy Jones’s and “Love … Continue reading
Sunday, August 19, 1973 Well, all good things come to an end. Erica left an hour ago to start her freshman year at UCLA — with her mother driving her to L.A. Yes, it was time for her to go —but … Continue reading