After what has seemed like the longest spring training in history, opening day is finally here. Nope, I'm not talking about baseball. I am talking about our sheriff, Ross Mirkarimi, and finally we can get this whole trial underway.
Some victory laps are expected, and some are not. S.F.'s agreement with the America's Cup organizers is finally going to the full Board of Supervisors next week. Many are relieved, but the manner of this victory lap is particularly odd.
As much as we talk about economic tax breaks, historical districts, and other "drivers" of our economy, the reality is the lifeblood of our future is these kids. Schools like De Marillac anchor a neighborhood in a way that no legislation ever will.
The Gold Dust Lounge is one of the venerable old watering holes downtown, which used to be littered with them. Now, like many other cities, downtown is turning into a glorified mall, and the saloon is being forced out for yet another clothing store.
Apparently, we should all be happy these days because we were told this week that the budget shortfall is less than originally stated. This is good in a "the plane isn't diving into the ground as fast as assumed" way.
I was a columnist for the SF Examiner, and I had the slightly deranged mission of writing about... well... whatever I wanted. But really, my editors knew there was only thing I wanted to write about: San Francisco.