Thursday, December 24, 2009, 1000 Hrs. It’s cold and clear Christmas Eve. A curious sky this morning. I haven’t written much in a long time. I need to tonight. I’m going to work tonight just like I have on every … Continue reading
Tag Archives: San Francisco
The Papal Visit — BLOG 60
Saturday September 19, 1987 I had an amazing experience for a Catholic school boy yesterday. I felt God’s presence—maybe He does exist. Thursday afternoon, detailed to the Papal security as Pope John Paul II visited San Francisco, I was assigned … Continue reading
Body Parts Wash up at Ocean Beach BLOG 14
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
Friday the 13th — A Front Page Story BLOG 9
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
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
Ski Chalet in San Francisco — BLOG 4
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
Change of Scenery Equals Change of Life — BLOG 3
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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.
“Divorce is the screwing you get — for the screw you got.” BLOG 2
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
Stuff is getting expensive, but I want to make sense of it all
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