 The Streets of San Francisco A Tenderloin murder is always appalling because you weren't shot.
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 Cable car climbing Powell Street at Union Square in San Francisco. I am not alone. Many of us move away and leave our hearts behind in San Francisco.  San Francisco skyline across the bay from Treasure Island I Left My Heart in San Francisco
-Tony Bennett  Twin Peaks Bar at the corner of Castro Street at 17th in San Francisco. Most often, my blogs draw inspiration from photographs I find while browsing through my various laptops. These images prompt smiles and a sense of nostalgia for times past, as well as an appreciation for the present where, in many ways, little has changed. For me, Castro is the Motherland—the place that propelled me out of my backward South Carolina past and shaped me into who I am today. That's why I consider San Francisco my home. It was the first place that truly accepted me for who I am and helped me to improve. Now begins a new chapter in Peekskill and New York, filled with the wonderful people I've been meeting here...  Perched atop the hill, high above the Castro and behind the white row of buildings near Tank Hill, was my home at 216 Twin Peaks Blvd. Twin Peaks towers 925 feet (282 meters) above the city. While there were days filled with sunshine, often we found ourselves enveloped in fog.  Castro Street, San Francisco  Castro Street at 17th Street when gas was cheap!  Folsom Street Fair, San Francisco The place to be on September 29th, 2024, is the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco, California.  A cable car filled with passengers ascends Powell Street, passing by Union Square in San Francisco. While tourists often enjoy riding San Francisco cable cars, locals have various reasons why they might not use cable cars as frequently:
Despite these factors, cable cars remain an integral part of San Francisco’s charm and history. For visitors, riding a cable car is still a must-do experience, offering scenic views and a taste of the city’s past.
 Sanchez Hill Once upon a time this was our view from the roof of our Dolores Street apartment. We called it Sanchez Hill aka Eureka Valley/Noe Valley area of San Francisco. Inspired by an artist and various factors at the time, I attempted to paint, and subsequently, someone bought it.  Sanchez Hill, acrylic on canvas, Charles Pearson  The Fruit Grinder, Golden Gate Park Anybody who was nobody was there.
And if there were any anybodys, nobody knew.  Ocean Beach is always a perfect adventure.  The Office Morning View: Yerba Buena Island, Bay Bridge in San Francisco Bay “Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” — Confucius |
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