RON HENGGELER |
My wild-knight neon twinkle fate there, ah, and then finally at dawn of a Sunday and they did call me, the immense girders of Oakland Bay still haunting me and all that eternity too much to swallow and not knowing who I am at all. Jack Kerouac
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill it calls to me,
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars,
The morning fog may chill the air--
I don’t care.
Douglas Cross and George Cory
Whoever laid the town out took the conventional checkerboard pattern of streets and without the slightest regard for the laws of gravity planked it down blind on . . . a confusion of steep slopes and sandhills. The result is exhilarating. John Dos Passos
A view from the top of the Huntington Hotel on Nob Hill |
A view from the top of the Huntington Hotel on Nob Hill |
A view from Huntington Parkl on Nob Hill |
Merle Green Robertson's fire place in the Park Lane on Nob Hill |
Merle Green Robertson's cat Vicki in the Park Lane on Nob Hill |
A box of antique New Years Eve noise-makers at Joe Pecora's home |
David overlooking the Pacific, on a trail near the West Ridgecrest Road on Mt Tamalpais |
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