San Francisco's jumble of socioeconomic experiences never fails to astonish. And after five years in this burg, that is, five recent years, one would think that day-to-day reality would take over. It hasn't. I can't quite accept what I see, all the time, even if this particular day seems heightened. Vive la Tarte is one of those San Francisco establishments with an industrial feel and, in this rare instance, perhaps an industrial reality. It occupies a lofty warehouse, high ceilings and exposed Read more [...]


I am supposed to speak to a class titled 'Journey to Judaism' soon, and dammed if I know why. I took this class myself a few years ago at a local synagogue. I should say 'my local synagogue' and slightly balked. But I don't know why. Yes, I joined Sha’ar Zahav, paid my dues and everything. ‘My’ is the right word. I am part of the thing. But what is that thing? Again, dammed if I know. After all, as the class title suggests, it's a journey, right? Why? Why? Well, originally, in the Palo Read more [...]


I have gone from several years of complaining of not knowing enough people in San Francisco and not having enough to do…to a pleasantly opposite state. I'm busy. Perhaps too busy. I still haven't read the exciting dénouement of  ‘Kolymsky Heights', my current mystery. And it is not because I have no interest. In fact, the hero is literally all at sea, as I write. The Bering Sea to be exact. So, yes, this blog may be short one. The Gubbio Project is among my weekly stops. And even Read more [...]