|Pocket park next block down|
|Looking out our window at a |
neat little campsite
Sitting in the bay window about eight feet above the sidewalk, watching all the pretty people walking by… young people, old people, young lovers, old lovers, moms and dads, dads and dads, babies, toddlers, big kids, happy people, sad people, people in kilts (I think the guys who wear kilts are into domination), people in glitter, feathers, leather, tattoos, orange blue green purple mohawks, here come old flat-top he come groovin’ up slowly… San Francisco. A homeless man sets up every night outside our window. Very neat, leaves by 8am, never leaves a trace.
|David in our apartment|
Our place is in the Duboce Triangle, which is more or less part of the Castro. Perfect. We’re three blocks from David and Charles’ house; ½ block from the 37 bus to the Haight, Twin Peaks, Market; ½ block to the N Line (train) to Cole Valley, Ocean Beach, SF State, downtown; 1½ blocks to Duboce Park Café (tables on sidewalk, big open window, dogs, babies); less than 2 blocks to a man named Guy selling flowers on a shady corner four days a week.
|Ceremony for man named Feather who was murdered about |
3 blocks from our apartment - Leslie in blue shirt
|Street party on David's street 3 blocks from us|