“Or worse.” “Yes,” I agree, trying to sound equally chill. “That would be good.” It’s this exchange, over my second cup of tea at Siveya Ethersmith’s Victorian apartment, that makes me realize this urban exploration stuff is no joke....
From the days when my sister would tape a “NO PATRICKS ALLOWED” sign on her door until the day I got my fake ID, there were always places I was dying to get into simply because I was barred from them — doors behind which I could only imagine what was going on....
On February 1st, 1997, thirteen unlucky years ago today, San Francisco lost its greatest chronicler....
They say that it’s not worth the trouble. You have to fight rush hour traffic all the way over to the Inner Richmond –and forget about finding a place to park....
For years, I thought I had made Edward Gorey up. He was just too strange....
Many highlights of my misspent youth featured rooftops: first my own, where I hid out under the eaves to read, then those of friends and unsuspecting neighbors....
Bird watchers are patient people. They know all of the best spots to look for, and the habits of the birds in question....
I’ve never liked bathing. My parents like to tell stories of struggling to get me out of dirty diapers — apparently I would protest that even the stinkiest pair were clean and then run away screaming when they tried to drag me to bathroom....
It has been said by a lot of people, myself included, that San Francisco is a city slowly losing its edge....
Forbes Kiddoo is a gentleman, but there is more to it than that....
An unswerving devotion to proper decorum is the hallmark of any gentleman. His behavior, his dress and his general mien should remain beyond reproach, especially when an evening’s pursuit of pleasure takes a somewhat seedy detour....
Justice will ride right on by....
