Why do so many of my urban tales begin at Civic Center BART Station? On this particular day it was hard enough to remember to get off there. So confusing, so many public-minded meetings in one week -- and me being 77 and all, quite taxing for what’s left of the neurons. But I did manage to alight at the proper point, make my way to the surface and experience San Francisco at its daylit darkest. After all, it’s almost the shortest day of the year, the lowest sun of the year, and the absolute Read more [...]

Jane and I have a comedy routine going.  For example. Off to Canyon Market, I was, and what was I going to get? Well, after having suggested that we go out…out being anything that is not inside this writer’s mind…Jane reminded me of the once-frozen chicken curry we were having tonight. And is there even the slightest intimation of something wrong with said chicken curry? No. And, for once, we were even having it with brown rice. My wife avoids brown rice. Why? Not weight. Jane, weighing Read more [...]