I'm starting to grow fond of this Portrero Hill neighborhood in San Francisco, between the Atlas Cafe, which I wrote about last week, to Farley's Funky Cafe for great coffee, games, magazines and newspapers to...
Tonight, after another discouraging round of looking at expensive flats with those berber carpets San Francisco landlords seem to love, I ducked into Atlas Café on the corner Alabama and 20th in Portrero Hill.
One of...
A few blogger friends are facing some heat over their steady flow of anti-Bush posts. Where do we draw the line? How much of our personal side should we show on our blogs? Or should...
Mead and Gail of Etymotic sponsored a boat and took a group of us sailing over lunch in the Camden harbor. Sailing in Maine towards the end of October isn't a warm and balmy experience,...
My East Bay experience is coming to a close. As I ran around the lake again today, I was amazed how connected I felt to the area despite my short stay or perhaps it was...
Leaving the coast meant the end of the journey to me somehow; the end of the journey west and the beginning of the new journey south to my new life in San Francisco.
As we made...
I must admit.....northern California was what I imagined. While the Redwood Forest was beyond writing home about, the rest of the towns that trickled along the coast were similar....motels were fairly bland even the higher...
My broadly traveled Uncle Mark once spoke to his visit to Blodgett Oregon but from the memory, it was uneventful except for a cool photo of a Blodgett street sign. Must be this one here.
I...
