Friday, April 13, 1973 This cop life I’m living is really over the edge, sometimes. Like tonight — a double fatal auto accident. I was working with Paul De la Fressange, and at 0300, we got this call: “529 Explosion.” … Continue reading
Thursday, April 12, 1973 I worked the Richmond 3 car this morning up in Pacific Heights. What a contrast within one mile. On one end live the extremely wealthy in mansions with views of the Golden Gate and on … Continue reading
Monday, April 2, 1973 Sometimes I wonder whether it’s Erica or me who’s on the bigger ego trip. She really digs it that she’s doing a cop.Too bad this isn’t high school … well … it is for her. Whew!
Friday, March 30, 1973 Rain tonight for the first time since my move here. Then the sky cleared and the City was pristine and shimmering. The Transamerica Pyamid, which just opened last week, looked just like a Christmas tree. My view at … Continue reading
Sunday, March 25, 1973 Cashed a check and went to Sears on Geary Blvd. for towels, dishes and everything else needed for a new place. Like the lady who waited on me. Not hard on the eyes and she knew … Continue reading
Saturday, March 24, 1973 Moving day. All I did today was walk up and down steps. Boy, you sure don’t know how much stuff you have until you gotta move it. The place is Great! Better even than I’d dreamed. … Continue reading
Friday, March 23, 1973
Mine is the gray house in the middle
Tonight is my last night living in the house I grew up in . . . since I was five.
Tomorrow, I’m moving into a 500-square foot studio apartment in a recently completed complex that’s opening to new residents this weekend.
I just need to get away from 23rd Avenue, so I won’t hear the N-street car and the 71-bus roaring by and shaking the house every ten minutes. There’s other stuff I want to forget, too. All the death and dying I’m seeing every night at work is triggering the memories of what happened to Mom in the upstairs bathroom.
Thursday, March 22, 1973 Day off today. A really wet winter, but this was the first nice day in San Francisco in quite a while. Sunny and 65 degrees. I’m surrounded by 30-year-old guys at work on the midnight watch. … Continue reading
Wednesday, March 21, 1973 Went down to Brook’s Stationery store at 20th and Irving Street today. Bought this journal. $3.50. Stuff is getting expensive! Wanna write down all the crazy shit happening every night in the Haight-Ashbury and Fillmore… so … Continue reading