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
Category Archives: City Views
Finding the Symbionese Liberation Army Hideout BLOG 18
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
“Just When Things Go Good — They Go Bad” — BLOG 17
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
Fire in the Night BLOG 15
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
Erica Black and the Amazing View BLOG 6
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
I Miss My Mom BLOG 5
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
Change of Scenery Equals Change of Life — BLOG 3
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Friday, March 23, 1973
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.