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THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT: 1922: Flappers in the newspapers May 19, 1922 Flappers Right off the bat I have to admit the fact that -- to paraphrase Olympia Dukakis in Moonstruck -- what I don't know about San Francisco in the 1920s is a lot. I did know that all sorts of great Prohibition and gangster stuff must have gone on, though, so I started leafing through a couple of 1922 editions of the Chronicle looking for stories. And was immediately distracted by the flappers. You know, flappers. Louise Brooks, Josephine Baker, Zelda Fitzgerald ...
Mon, 18 May 2009 - 10min - 98 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 05.11.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT:1879: Stoddard, Stevenson, and Rincon Hill Sometime in 1879: The house on Rincon Hill Last week I read to you from In the Footprints of the Padres, Charles Warren Stoddard's 1902 reminiscences about the early days of San Francisco. That piece recounted a boyhood adventure, but this book is full of California stories from the latter years of the 19th century; some deservedly obscure, but some that ring pretty loud bells. Todays' short text is a great example of the latter, one that dovetails beautifully with two other San Francisco stories, both of which I've talked about at Sparkletack: the story of the Second Street Cut and the visit of Robert Louis Stevenson. The now all-grown-up Stoddard had returned to San Francisco after the Polynesian peregrinations that would inspire his best-known work, and Stevenson had just arrived from Scotland in hot pursuit of the woman he loved. The two authors hit it off, and -- as you'll hear at the end of today's Timecapsule -- it's to Stoddard and the house on Rincon Hill that we owe Stevenson's eventual fascination with the South Seas. South Park and Rincon Hill! Do the native sons of the golden West ever recall those names and think what dignity they once conferred upon the favored few who basked in the sunshine of their prosperity? South Park, with its line of omnibuses running across the city to North Beach; its long, narrow oval, filled with dusty foliage and offering a very weak apology for a park; its two rows of houses with, a formal air, all looking very much alike, and all evidently feeling their importance. There were young people's "parties" in those days, and the height of felicity was to be invited to them. As a height o'ertops a hollow, so Rincon Hill looked down upon South Park. There was more elbow-room on the breezy height; not that the height was so high or so broad, but it was breezy; and there was room for the breeze to blow over gardens that spread about the detached houses their wealth of color and perfume. How are the mighty fallen! The Hill, of course, had the farthest to fall. South Parkites merely moved out: they went to another and a better place. There was a decline in respectability and the rent-roll, and no one thinks of South Park now, -- at least no one speaks of it above a whisper.
Mon, 11 May 2009 - 00min - 97 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 05.04.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT:1854: A future poet's boyhood outing Spring 1854 Charles Warren Stoddard In 1854, the down-on-their-luck Stoddard family set off from New York City to try their luck in that brand new metropolis of the West: San Francisco. Charles Warren Stoddard was just 11 years old, and San Francisco -- still in the throes of the Gold Rush, a vital, chaotic, cosmopolitan stew pot -- was the most exciting place a little boy could dream of. Charles would grow up to play a crucial part in San Francisco's burgeoning literary scene. He was just a teenager when his first poems were published in the Golden Era, and his talent and sweet personality were such that he developed long-lasting friendships with the other usual-suspect San Francisco bohemians, Ambrose Bierce, Ina Coolbrith, Bret Harte, and Samuel Clemens. Stoddard is probably best remembered for the mildly homo-erotic short stories inspired by his extensive travels in the South Seas, but in 1902 he published a kind of memoir entitled In the Footprints of the Padres. As the old song goes, it recalls "the days of old, the days of gold, the days of '49" from a very personal point of view. The reviewers of the New York Times praised the work for Stoddard's "vivid and poetic charm", but I have to admit that I'm mainly in it for his memories. In this piece, Charles and his little gang of pals are about to embark on a day-long ramble along the north-eastern edge of the city. Let's roll the clock back to 1854, and with Charles' help, put ourselves into the shoes of an 11-year-old boy anticipating the freedom of a sunny spring Saturday.
Mon, 04 May 2009 - 14min - 96 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 04.20.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT:1906: Hotaling's Whiskey is spared by the Great Fire and Earthquake April 20th, 1906 The deliverance of Hotaling's Whiskey As of Friday the 20th, San Francisco was still on fire. The Great Earthquake had happened two days earlier, but the Fire (or fires) that devastated the city were still well underway. The eastern quarter of the city -- nearly five square miles -- would be almost completely destroyed. But after the smoke cleared, a few precious blocks would emerged unscathed. Among these survivors would be the two blocks bounded by Montgomery, Jackson, Battery and Washington Streets. Oceans of ink have been spilled in documenting the incredible individual heroism and unfathomable professional incompetence displayed in fighting those fires. One of the best books on the subject is "The Great Earthquake and Firestorms of 1906" by Philip Fradkin, from which I've swiped much of today's timecapsule. This is the story of a single building, but one of vital importance to the delicate Western palette: AP Hotaling & Co.’s warehouse at 451 Jackson Street -- the largest depository of whiskey on the West Coast. Day One: the first escape Hotaling's warehouse was threatened on the very first day of the fires, Wednesday, April 18th. This particular blaze was one of the many inspired by rampant and ill-advised dynamiting, in this case by an allegedly drunken John Bermingham, not coincidentally the president of the California Powder Works. Encouraged by the blast, the fire roared towards the whiskey-packed warehouse. Its cornices began to smoulder, but a quick-acting fireman bravely clambered to the top and hacked them off. This was Hotaling's first escape.
Mon, 20 Apr 2009 - 07min - 95 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 04.13.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT:1958: The Giants play the Dodgers in the first major league baseball game on the West Coast April 15, 1958 Major League Baseball in San Francisco! Exactly fifty-one years ago today, two New York City transplants faced each other for the first time on the fertile soil of the West Coast. Decades of storied rivalry already under their respective belts, these two legendary New York baseball clubs -- the New York Giants and the Brooklyn Dodgers -- were trapped in aging, unsuitable parks. Giants owner Horace Stoneham had been considering a move to Minnesota until Dodger owner Walter O'Malley -- whose plans for a new Brooklyn park were being blocked -- set his sights on the demographic paradise of Los Angeles. The National League wouldn't allow just one team to make such a drastic geographic move, so O'Malley talked Stoneham into taking a look at San Francisco. To the eternal regret and dismay of their New York fans, following the 1957 season, both teams pulled up stakes and headed for the welcoming arms of California.
Mon, 13 Apr 2009 - 09min - 94 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 04.06.09
A weekly glance back at the weird and wonderful happenings that have made San Francisco, San Francisco. April 9, 1871: A hoodlum king's power is broken, 138 years ago this week -- and all because he hated the sound of music.
Mon, 06 Apr 2009 - 07min - 93 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 03.30.09
THIS WEEK’S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT:The San Francisco “Cocktail Route” 1890-something The Cocktail Route — “Champagne Days of San Francisco” Spring is most definitely in the air right now, which has brought my thoughts back to one of the great phenomena of San Francisco’s pre-earthquake era, the “Cocktail Route”. I know I’ve mentioned the “Cocktail Route” in previous shows, but I’m not sure if I’ve made it clear that it was both a real, chartable path and a kind of a beloved civic institution. I’m far from an expert on the subject, though — for details, the woman to consult is Evelyn Wells. If you ever start nosing around the 1890s, that most sparkling decade of the Gilded Age — you’ll inevitably end up perusing a charming volume from 1939 entitled Champagne Days of San Francisco. Evelyn Wells wrote for Fremont Older at the San Francisco Call back in the day, and in this lovingly written narrative she reveals the City’s quirks, foibles and peculiarly San Francisco-flavoured ways of doing business through a trio of characters called only the Senator, the Banker, and the Judge. And though it’s completely un-footnoted and occasionally inaccurate, Evelyn’s portrayals are so vivid, and provide such entertaining insight into the way lives were lived among San Francisco’s upper crust, that this book is always right up there at the top of my recommended reading list. I’m going to start right in on a lightly edited version of Chapter Four, “The Cocktail Route” — and I think you’ll see exactly what I mean. The Cocktail Route The Senator, like all true sons of the Champagne Age, never permitted pleasure to disrupt the even flow of business. “No matter how enthusiastically we celebrate the week-end,” once commented, “we are always in our offices by two on Monday afternoon.” Easy-living, unhurried San Francisco had resumed the burden of life again by two o’clock … the male population that had celebrated so violently the week-end had resumed responsibility — personal, civic, or state. Again, in bearded dignity, the men of the vivid nineties trod the corridors of banks and hotels and courts. Life was real and very earnest, until five o’clock. At five the Senator drew his large gold watch from its chamois bag and sighed with relief. It was Cocktail Hour. All over San Francisco at this moment men were buttoning Prince Alberts and cutaways, balancing derbies and toppers, preparatory to venturing forth into Montgomery, Kearny, and Market Streets, following a Cocktail Route famous around the world. On the Route they would meet friends discuss politics and the latest scandal, and adjust matters of business. The Cocktail Route was a tradition. Created in the eighties, in the city where free lunch and the cocktail itself was born, it was trod by San Francisco males “to the Fire” of ’06. The Senator proceeded down Kearny Street to Sutter, to the Reception Saloon where the Cocktail Route began, at five on weekdays and earlier on Saturdays. Some men started the Route at its opposite end, on upper Market Street. But the Senator adhered to tradition. To start the Route at the wrong end was to upset a man’s entire evening. There was no haste in the Senator’s gait. Men did not hurry in the Champagne Age. There was no “after-work” rush at five o’clock. At that hour loitered along the streets and strolled leisurely through swinging doors upon such scenes, rich and warm, as greeted the Senator’s brightening eye when he marched into the Reception Saloon. For the saloon, in champagne days, was more than a warm meeting place at the day’s end. It was a man’s club and salon and conference place. Fleas, cold, poor beds, and drafty lodgings h[...]
Mon, 30 Mar 2009 - 12min - 92 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 03.23.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT:Slumming the Barbary Coast 1871 "A Barbary Cruise" I've been thinking about the fact that -- just like our out-of-town guests inevitably insist that we take 'em to Chinatown or Fisherman's Wharf -- in the 1870s, visitors from back in "the States" just had to go slumming in the infamous Barbary Coast. The piece I'm about to read to you was written by Mr. Albert Evans, a reporter from the good ol' Alta California. The Barbary Coast was part of his beat, and this gave him connections with the hardnosed cops whose duty it was to maintain some kind of order in that "colorful" part of town. As romanticized as it has become in popular memory, the Coast was a "hell" of a place -- filthy, violent and extremely dangerous for greenhorns. When some visitors came to town in about 1871, Albert asked one of his policeman buddies to join them on the tour. His account of this "Barbary Cruise" is a remarkable firsthand snapshot of the territory bounded by Montgomery, Stockton, Washington and Broadway. But what's almost more interesting is the way he reports it; the purple prose, the pursed-lip moralizing, and -- though I've skipped the Chinatown part of the tour -- the absolutely matter-of-fact racism on display. This is the Barbary Coast seen through the eyes of white, bourgeois, and extremely Victorian San Francisco -- prepare to be both educated and annoyed.
Mon, 23 Mar 2009 - 14min - 91 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 03.09.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT:America's "Master Birdman" makes his final flight March 15, 1915: "The Man Who Owns the Sky" It was the year of the legendary Panama-Pacific International Exposition. San Francisco had once again earned that phoenix on her flag by rising from the ashes of the 1906 earthquake and fire -- and just nine years later, the city celebrated its rebirth by winning the right to host the World's Fair. Visitors from every point on the compass swarmed towards California to visit the resurgent city. You probably know that the site of the Fair was the neighborhood now called the Marina, that acres of shoreline mudflats were filled in to create space for a grand and temporary city, and that the mournfully elegant Palace of Fine Arts is its lone survivor. The exhibits and attractions on offer were endless and famously enchanting, but one of the most spectacular events took place in the air above the Fair. On March 15, a quarter of a million people gathered in the fairgrounds and on the hills above them to see a man in an ultra-modern experimental airplane perform unparalleled feats of aeronautical acrobatics. That man was Lincoln Beachey, and in 1915 he was the most famous aviator in the country -- known from coast to coast as "The Man Who Owns the Sky".
Tue, 10 Mar 2009 - 13min - 90 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 03.02.09
THIS WEEK’S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT: 1956: Gold medals or Gold records? An athletic crooner makes a life-changing choice 1956: “Send blank contracts” Of course you know Johnny Mathis. The velvet-voiced crooner is a fixture of the softer side of American pop culture, providing reliably romantic background music for cuddling couples for over sixty years. He’s sold 350 million records worldwide, his Greatest Hits album was on the Billboard charts for almost a decade, and at one point he had five albums on the charts at once, a feat equaled only by Barry Manilow and Frank Sinatra. But what you might not have known about Johnny Mathis is this. The music world discovered him right here in San Francisco. And the story is more interesting than that — his musical calling deflected Johnny from a completely different career — as a world-class athlete. Born singing Johnny’s family moved to San Francisco when he was just a kid. His father Clem, an ex-vaudeville character, spotted his musical aptitude early, and taught the boy every song he knew. Johnny was crazy about performing, and sang wherever there was a stage — at school, in the church choir, even competing in amateur talent competitions. When Johnny turned 13, his father brought him to a local voice teacher, who also saw promise in the boy. In exchange for his doing odd jobs around the house, she gave Johnny classical vocal training throughout his high school and early college years. “… best all-around athlete to come out of San Francisco … “ Speaking of high school, out at George Washington High in the Richmond District, Johnny wasn’t known for singing so much as for his athletic skills. He became the star of the track and field team, and lettered in basketball for four straight years. In 1954 he entered San Francisco State University. Though his vocal training continued, just as in high school, Johnny made his mark on campus as an athlete. His name pops up all over the sports pages of 1950s San Francisco newspapers, often referred to as “the best all-around athlete to come out of the San Francisco Bay Areaâ€. In that first year at SF State he shattered future basketball legend Bill Russell’s high jump record by elevating to 6â€-5 1/2†— just two inches short of the contemporary Olympic record, and a number that still ranks among the University’s top 15. The Black Hawk nightclub A fellow student of Johnny’s happened to be a member of a jazz combo with a regular gig down at the Black Hawk nightclub. The Black Hawk holds an almost mythical status in the annals of west coast jazz, having hosted everyone who was anyone during the golden decade of the fifties, Charlie Parker, John Coltrane, Gillespie, Tatum, Getz, Billie Holliday … forget it, the Black Hawk was the place. Johnny’s pal knew that the star athlete could sing as well as sweat, so he invited him down to the Tenderloin for a Sunday afternoon jam session. When Helen Noga, the club’s co-owner, heard him sing, she insisted on becoming the kid’s manager. Two weeks later, Johnny was singing regularly at Ann Deeâ€s 440 Club in North Beach. As he worked the stage, his new manager worked the phones, trying to get her protegé a recording contract. “Send blank contracts” In September of ’55, Columbia Records’ jazz guy George Avakian just happened to be on vacation in San Francisco. Helen Noga hounded the poor man until he agreed to spend an evening listening to her boy. As the story goes, Avakian heard Johnny sing just once and fired off a telegram to New York City: “Have found phenomenal 19 year old boy who could go all the way. Send blank contracts.†The executive returned to the East Coast and told Johnny to go back to school — he’d be sent for when the time was right. Crossroads In early 1956[...]
Mon, 02 Mar 2009 - 07min - 89 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 02.23.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT: 1852: English adventurer Frank Marryat pays a visit to a San Francisco Gold Rush barbershop. 1852: A Gold Rush shaving-saloon I love personal accounts of the goings-on in our little town more than just about anything. The sights, the smells, the daily routine ... I want the nuts and bolts of what it was like to live here THEN! It's even better when the eyeballs taking it all in belong to an outsider, a visiting alien to whom everything's an oddity. For my birthday a couple of years ago my Lady Friend gave me a book that's packed to the gills with this kind of first-person account. It's called -- aptly enough -- San Francisco Memories. And because I'm kind of a dope, it's only just occurred to me that this stuff is the absolute epitome of what a timecapsule should be -- and that I really ought to be sharing some of this early San Francisco gold with you. Ahem. So share it I will. Our correspondent: Frank Marryat Frank Marryat was the son of Captain Frederick Marryat, famous English adventurer and author of popular seafaring tales. A chip off the old block, young Frank had himself already written a book of traveler's tales from Borneo and the Indian archipelago. Looking for a new writing subject, he set his sights on an even more exotic locale -- Gold Rush California. In 1850, with manservant and three hunting dogs in tow, Frank left the civilized shores of England behind, crossed the Atlantic and the Isthmus of Panama, and made his way towards the Golden Gate. The book that resulted, California Mountains and Molehills, would be published in 1855 -- ironically the year of Marryat's own demise from yellow fever. He covers a phenomenal amount of oddball San Francisco and early California history, all neatly collected to satisfy the curiousity of his English reading public -- the Chinese question, the Committee of Vigilance, squatter wars, bears, rats, oysters, gold, even the pickled head of Joaquin Murieta -- and to top it off, Marryat sailed into the Bay just as San Francisco was being destroyed (again) by fire, this one the Great June Fire of 1850! Don't worry. They'll have the city rebuilt in a couple of weeks, in plenty of time for Frank to spend some quality months slumming in the Gold Country, and then, like the rest of the Argonauts, ride down into the big city for supplies -- and a shave. That's right -- put your feet up and relax -- in today's Timecapsule, we're going to visit a Gold Rush barber shop.
Mon, 23 Feb 2009 - 07min - 88 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 02.16.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT: 1921: the cornerstone of the Palace of the Legion of Honor is laid ... but what was underneath? February 19, 1921 Ghosts of Lands End On this date the cornerstone for San Francisco's spectacular Palace of the Legion of Honor Museum was levered into place. The Museum was to be a vehicle for the cultural pretensions of the notorious Alma Spreckels. This social-climbing dynamo envisioned her Museum as a far western outpost of French art and culture. Drawing on the vast fortune of her husband -- sugar baron Adolph Spreckels -- she constructed a replica of the Palace of Versailles out at Lands End. Alma would stock the place with art treasures from her own vast collection -- including one of the finest assemblages of Rodin sculpture on the planet. I've already talked myself hoarse on the subject of Alma Spreckels' rags-to-riches clamber up the social slopes of Pacific Heights, but what's really interesting me today is not what's inside her museum, but what lay underneath that cornerstone in 1921.
Mon, 16 Feb 2009 - 06min - 87 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 02.09.09
A weekly glance back at the weird and wonderful happenings that have made San Francisco, San Francisco. 1869: the fashionable neighborhood of Rincon Hill is sliced in two by the "Second Street Cut".
Mon, 09 Feb 2009 - 07min - 86 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 02.02.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT: 1849: As the fateful year of 1849 begins, a newspaper editor scrutinizes San Francisco's gold rush future. February 1, 1849 The eye of the Gold Rush hurricane The spring of 1849 -- dawn of a year forever branded into the national consciousness as the era of the California Gold Rush. And so it was -- but that was back East, in the "States". In San Francisco, the Gold Rush had actually begun an entire year earlier. I'd better set the scene. The United States were at war with Mexico -- it's President Polk and "Manifest Destiny" time. San Francisco (then Yerba Buena) was conquered without a shot in July of 1847. In the first month of 1848, gold was quietly discovered in the foothills east of Sutter's Fort. Days later, the Mexican war came to an end, and Alta California became sole property of the United States. Sam Brannan kick-starts things in '48 San Francisco was skeptical about the gold strike, but in May of '48, Sam Brannan made his famous appearance on Market Street brandishing a bottle of gold dust. His shouts of "Gold! Gold! Gold from the American River" triggered the first wave of the Gold Rush. The village of about 500 souls was emptied almost overnight as its inhabitants hotfooted it for the hills. Among the many businesses left completely in the lurch was Sam Brannan's own newspaper, the California Star. While the entrepreneurial Brannan was busy becoming a millionaire selling shovels to gold miners, by June his entire staff had abandoned the paper and set off to make their own fortunes. Edward Kemble publishes the Alta California >Brannan sold what was left of his newspaper to a more civic-minded businessman, Mr. Edward Cleveland Kemble. Kemble resuscitated the Star (along with San Francisco's other gold rush-crippled paper, the Californian) as a brand spanking new paper he called the Alta California. The first issue appeared at the tail end of 1848. That brings us right up to today's timecapsule. The editorial on the front page of issue #5 of the new paper is a treasure trove of contemporary San Francisco perspectives. As editor Kemble was composing this piece -- a retrospective of the previous year, and a peek into the uncertain future -- it was the dead of winter, and the first wave of the Rush had crested and broken back towards the city. Kemble was first and foremost a businessman, and he was concerned with the civic and financial future of San Francisco. He points out that the city is poorly governed, a little short on law and order, already swelling with gold-seekers from Mexico and Oregon, and -- to sum it up -- is woefully unprepared for the onslaught of humanity, the avalanche of "49ers" already looming on the horizon. But though he's aware that the next wave is going to be a doozy, with 20-20 historical hindsight we know that he doesn't really have a clue. What Kemble doesn't know ... yet. By the end of 1849, the village of San Francisco will have burst at every seam, with a population exploding from 2000 to 25,000. Tens of thousands of gold seekers will flow through the port and even more will stagger in overland from the East, all in all 100,000 strong. The beautiful harbour will be choked with hundreds of deserted, rotting ships, and the local government will prove to be ineffectual and almost totally corrupt. By the end of '49 San Francisco will have become a wild, sprawling, lawless shanty boomtown, and the soul and future of our City by the Bay will be permanently transformed. Kemble's observations give us ground-level insight into the concerns of the village of San Francisco in the winter of 1848 -- a priceless peek into the eye of the gold rush hurricane.
Mon, 02 Feb 2009 - 16min - 85 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 01.26.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT: 1847: Thanks to a Spanish noblewoman and the quick thinking of Yerba Buena's first American alcalde, San Francisco gets its name. January 30, 1847: Yerba Buena becomes San Francisco Yerba Buena That was the name given to the tiny bayside settlement back in 1835, a name taken from the wild mint growing on the sand dunes that surrounded it. And if it hadn't been for the lucky first name of an elegant Spanish noblewoman, that's what the city of San Francisco would still be called today. Our magnificent bay had already worn the name of San Francisco since 1769 -- but though some in Yerba Buena apparently used it as a nickname, it never occurred to its motley population to make "San Francisco" official. In July of 1846 Yerba Buena was just 11 years old, a sleepy hamlet in Mexican territory with just about 200 residents. The place woke up some when Captain John B. Montgomery sailed into the harbour, marched into the center of town and raised the Stars and Stripes. The Mexican alcalde and other officials split town before Montgomery's marines arrived, so -- at least as far as Yerba Buena was concerned -- the annexation of California in the Mexican-American war took place without a fight. Don Mariano Vallejo, Dr. Robert Semple and the Bear Flag connection A couple of weeks earlier up in Sonoma, the rancho of Comandante General Mariano Guadalupe Vallejo had been invaded by a ragtag collection of American frontiersman. They were attempting to strike a blow for California's independence from Mexico. Don Vallejo, one of the most powerful and wealthy men in the Mexican territory of Alta California, was arrested -- kidnapped, perhaps -- and transported to Sutter's Fort on the Sacramento River. You'll undoubtedly recognize this as a scene from the infamous "Bear Flag Revolt" -- a terrific story, but I'm in grave danger of digressing here. In fact, I mention it only because the route taken by Vallejo's captors led them across some of the General's considerable Mexican land-grant holdings, specifically those around the convergence of the Sacramento River and San Francisco Bay.
Mon, 26 Jan 2009 - 07min - 84 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 01.19.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT: 1890: Nellie Bly blows through town; 1897: "Little Pete" (the King of Chinatown) is murdered in a barbershop. January 20, 1890 Miss Nellie Bly whizzes past San Francisco I got a hot tip that this was the anniversary of the day Miss Nellie Bly stopped by on the home stretch of her dash around the world. But as it turns out, well ... some background first, I guess. For starters, who the heck was Nellie Bly? Sixteen years old in 1880, Miss Elizabeth Jane Cochrane of Pittsburgh was a budding feminist. When a blatantly sexist column appeared in the local paper, the teenager fired off a scathing rebuttal. The editor was so struck by her spunk and intellect that he (wisely) hired her, assigning a nom de plume taken from the popular song: "Nellie Bly". Her early investigative reportage focused on the travails of working women, but the straitjacket of Victorian expectations soon squeezed her into the ghetto of the women's section -- fashion, gardening, and society tea-parties. Nellie despised this, and tore off to Mexico for a year to write her own kind of stories. Back in the States, she talked her way into a job at Joseph Pulitzer's legendary New York World. Her first assignment was a doozy -- going undercover as a patient into New York's infamous Women's Lunatic Asylum. Her passionate reporting of the brutality and neglect uncovered there shook the world, and Nellie Bly became a household name. More exposés followed -- sweatshops, baby-selling -- but then, in 1888, Nellie was struck by a different idea.
Mon, 19 Jan 2009 - 12min - 83 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 01.12.09
THIS WEEK'S PODCAST TRANSCRIPT: 1861: the notorious countess Lola Montez dies in New York; 1899: a small boy defends himself in a San Francisco courtroom. January 17, 1861 Countess Lola Montez -- in Memorium As was undoubtedly marked on your calendar, San Francisco's patron saint Emperor Norton died last week, January 7, 1880. But his was not the only January passing worthy of note. Ten days later (and nineteen years earlier), we lost perhaps the most notorious personage ever to grace the streets of our fair city. I speak, of course, of Countess Lola Montez . Yes, that's the one -- "whatever Lola wants, Lola gets". You already know Lola's story, of course. You don't? The breathtakingly gorgeous Irish peasant girl with the soul of a grifter and the heart of a despot? How she -- with a few sexy dance steps, a fraudulent back story involving Spanish noble blood and the claim of Lord Byron as her father -- turned Europe upside down and provoked a revolution in Bavaria? Still doesn't ring a bell, hmm? Well, Lola's whole story is a little too large for this space. She'd already lived about three lifetimes' worth of adventure -- and burned through romances with personalities from King Ludwig the First to Sam Brannan -- before conquering Gold Rush-era San Francisco with her scandalous "Spider Dance". If you missed the Sparkletack podcast about this amazing character, you might want to rectify that little omission. After her European escapades, Lola found that freewheeling San Francisco suited her tempestuous eccentricity to a T. Brandishing the title of "Countess" -- a Bavarian souvenir -- she drank and caroused and became the absolute center of the young city's attention. It's said that men would come pouring out of Barbary Coast saloons to gawk at the raven-haired vision sashaying through the mud with a pair of greyhounds at her heels, a white cockatoo perched on one shoulder, and a cigar cocked jauntily from her lips ... and do I even need to mention her pet grizzly bears?
Mon, 12 Jan 2009 - 07min - 82 - San Francisco Timecapsule: 01.05.09
THIS WEEK: San Francisco's notorious "Demon of the Belfry" goes to the gallows. January 7, 1898: The execution of Gilded Age San Francisco's most notorious criminal Sure, Jack the Ripper had set a certain tone for serial killing just a few years earlier, but the crimes of Theodore Durrant were even more shocking. See, Jack's victims had been prostitutes, but San Francisco's "Demon of the Belfry" had murdered a pair of girls who were respectable churchgoers. In his very own church. On the day before Easter Sunday, 1896, a group of women held a meeting at the Emmanual Baptist Church in the Mission District. As they bustled about the small kitchen preparing tea, one woman reached towards a cupboard, looking for teacups. As the door swung open, she shrieked in horror and fainted. Crammed inside was the butchered and violated body of Miss Minnie Williams. Minnie had been a devoted church-goer, and the police quickly connected her death with the case of another young woman who'd gone missing two weeks earlier. The vivacious Blanche Lamont had also been a member of the church, so the grounds were searched from bottom to top. The body was found in the dusty, disused bell tower -- two weeks dead, arranged like a medical cadaver, and brutalized in an equally horrifying way. Suspicion fell upon a young medical student and assistant Sunday School superintendent who had been close to both women -- Theo Durrant. News of the police's interest in Durrant spread through the Mission and then infected all of San Francisco. By the time he was actually picked up, only a massive police presence prevented the angry mob from stringing him up on the spot. San Francisco's "Crime of the Century" Bankers, judges, hack drivers and bootblacks gossiped about little else, and people lined up for blocks to view the victims' identical white coffins at a local funeral parlor. The City's many newspapers were absolutely thrilled with the story, of course -- during the next couple of years, well over 400 articles about it would appear in the San Francisco Chronicle alone. It wasn't just that the two young women were such "upstanding citizens" -- the angle that made it horrifying and captivating to San Francisco was the fact that Theo Durrant was such a nice, normal guy. He was a handsome young man, friendly and open in demeanour, well-liked, of excellent reputation, and (again) the assistant superintendent of a Sunday School. Our modern cliché of the serial killer as the "guy next door who wouldn't hurt a fly" was still a long way off. It seemed absolutely incredible to San Francisco that such a -- well, such a 'gentleman' could be capable of such bestial and savage acts.
Mon, 05 Jan 2009 - 11min - 81 - Timecapsule podcast: San Francisco, December 22-31
THIS WEEK: the fiery fate of the first Cliff House, and the case of a parrot who would not sing. Click the audio player above to listen in, or just read on ... December 25, 1894: First San Francisco Cliff House burns On Christmas Day, 1894, the first San Francisco Cliff House burned to the ground. As the Chronicle poetically reported the next morning, San Francisco's most historic landmark has gone up in flames. The Cliff House is a smouldering ruin, where the silent ghosts of memory hover pale and wan over the blackened embers. Ah, yes. We discussed this first incarnation of the Cliff House a few weeks ago -- its novel location at the edge of the world, its singular popularity with San Francisco's beautiful people, and its subsequent decline into a house of ill-repute. Well, before it could rise from that undignified state to the status of a beloved landmark, San Francisco's original "destination resort" needed a white knight to ride to the rescue. That knight would be Mr. Adolph Sutro, who -- in 1881 -- purchased not only the faded Cliff House, but acres of land surrounding it. Mining engineer millionaire and future San Francisco mayor, the larger-than-life Sutro had already established a fabulous estate on the heights above the Cliff House, and by the mid-1880s could count 10% of San Francisco as his personal property. Unlike the robber barons atop Nob Hill, though, Adolph believed in sharing his good fortune -- you can hear more about his eccentric philanthropy in the "Adolph Sutro" podcast right here at Sparkletack.com. Sutro's first order of business upon making acquiring the property was to instruct his architect to turn the Cliff House into a "respectable resort with no bolts on the doors or beds in the house." This was just a small part of Sutro's grand entertain-the-heck-out-of-San-Francisco scheme. The elaborate gardens of his estate were already open to the public, and the soon-to-be-famous Sutro Baths were on the drawing board. His goal was to create a lavish and family safe environment out at Land's End, and that's just how things worked out. With streetcar lines beginning to move into the brand new Golden Gate Park, and the City's acquisition of the Point Lobos Toll Road (now Geary Boulevard), the western edge of the City was becoming more attractive and accessible, and over the next decade, families did indeed flock to Adolph's resuscitated resort. And then in 1894, it happened. About 8 o'clock on Christmas evening, after most of the holiday visitors had gone home for the day, a small fire broke out in a kitchen chimney. As the flames shot up inside the walls, the horrified staff quickly learned that none of the fire-extinguishers around the place actually worked. Within minutes, the entire building was engulfed in flames. The resort burned so quickly, in fact, that its famous guest book, inscribed by such notables as Mark Twain, Ulysses S Grant, and Rutherford B. Hayes, was lost along with the building itself. As the Chronicle went on to report, the Cliff House "... went up as befitted such a shell of remembrances, in a blaze of glory. Fifty miles at sea the incinerating fires easily shone out, reflected from the high rocks beyond." Sutro hadn't taken out insurance on the place, but he was so determined to rebuild -- and so damned rich -- that it just really didn't matter. And in fact, the burning of Cliff House number one was a sort of blessing in disguise. That fire cleared the decks -- so to speak -- for Cliff House number two, which would rise from the ashes like a magnificent 8-story Victorian phoenix. Cliff House mark 2 would become everybody's favourite, an opulent monstrosity as beloved by San Franciscans in the Gilded Age as it still is today, frankly -- but guess what happened to that one? The fate of Sutro's Gingerbread Palace coming up in a future Sparkletack Timecapsule.
Mon, 22 Dec 2008 - 08min - 80 - Timecapsule podcast: San Francisco, December 15-21
A weekly handful of weird, wonderful and wacky happenings dredged up from the kaleidoscopic depths of San Francisco history. THIS WEEK:a couple of items from the newspaper files, and an escape from Alcatraz -- perhaps! December 15, 1849: The London Times looks west As I perused the pages of an 1849-era copy of the Alta California this week, I ran across a little item reprinted from the venerable London Times. I'd been on the hunt for, you know, colorful "Gold Rush-y" stuff, but sandwiched between reports on the progress of the new Mormon Settlement at the Great Salt Lake and a cholera epidemic in Marseilles, was a piece nicely showcasing British condescension towards their American cousins, particularly the slightly barbarous variety found out West. I assume it was reprinted here because the Alta California took it as a compliment, but the author responsible is probably best pictured wearing a frock coat, a monocle, and a supercilious expression. The London Times has received a copy of the Alta California of June last and ruminates thereon as follows: "Before us lies a real California newspaper, with all its politics, paragraphs, and advertisements, printed and published at San Francisco in the 14th of last June. In a literary or professional point of view, there is nothing very remarkable in this production. Journalism is a science so intuitively comprehended by American citizens, that their most rudimentary efforts in this line are sure to be tolerably successful. Newspapers are to them what theatres and cafés are to Frenchmen. In the Mexican war, the occupation of each successive town by the invading (American) army was signalized by the immediate establishment of a weekly journal, and of a "bar" for retailing those spirituous compounds known by the generic denomination of "American drinks". The same fashions have been adopted in California, and the opinions of the American portion of that strange population are already represented by journals of more than average ability and intelligence." Alta California -- 12.15.1849
Mon, 15 Dec 2008 - 08min - 79 - Timecapsule podcast: San Francisco, December 8-14
A weekly handful of weird, wonderful and wacky happenings dredged up from the kaleidoscopic depths of San Francisco history. THIS WEEK: a hanging from 1852, and a Miss Goldie Griffin wants to become a cop in 1912. December 10, 1852: San Francisco's first official execution It certainly wasn't for any lack of local mayhem that it took so long for San Francisco to order its first "official" execution. The sleepy hamlet of Yerba Buena had ballooned from fewer than 500 to over 36,000 people in 1852 -- and the famous camaraderie of the '49ers notwithstanding, not all of them had the best interests of their fellow men at heart. During the first few years of the Gold Rush, San Francisco managed to average almost one murder per day. The murders that made it to court in these semi-lawless days were seen by sympathetic juries mostly as cases of "the guy had it coming". And concerning executions of the un-official variety, Sam Brannan's Committee of Vigilance -- that would be the first one -- had taken matters into their own hands and lynched four miscreants just a year earlier. As the San Francisco Examiner would describe the event 35 years later, "The crime which inaugurated public executions was of a very commonplace character. A Spaniard named José (Forner) struck down an unknown Mexican in (Happy) Valley, stabbing him with a dagger, for as he claimed, attempting to rob him. ... after a very prompt trial, (Forner) was sentenced to be hanged two months later." Was it because he wasn't white? Lack of bribery money? Some secret grudge? José had claimed self defense just like everybody else, and turns out to have been a man of relatively high birth in Spain, oddly enough a confectioner by trade -- and we can only speculate as to the reason he ended up the first victim of San Francisco's official rope. The execution was to take place up on Russian Hill, at the oldest cemetery in the young city -- a cemetery which, due to the fact that a group of Russian sailors had first been buried there back in '42, had actually given the hill its name. If you've heard the Sparkletack "Moving the Dead" episode, you know that this burial ground is long gone now -- and in fact, its remote location up on the hill had already caused it to fall out of use by 1850. I guess that made it seem perfect for an early winter hanging. Let's go back to the Examiner's account: "(The location) did not deter some three thousand people from attending, parents taking children to see the unusual sight, and women on foot and in carriages forcing their way to the front. Between 12 and 1 o’clock the condemned man was taken to the scaffold in a wagon drawn by four black horses, escorted by the California Guard. The Marion Rifles under Captain Schaeffer kept the crowd back from the scaffold. The man died game, after a pathetic little farewell speech, in which he said: “The Americans are good people; they have ever treated me well and kindly; I thank them for it. I have nothing but love and kindly feelings for all. Farewell, people of San Francisco. World, farewell!†A dramatically chilling engraving of the scene can be seen by clicking the thumbnail above. If you'd like to pay your respects in person, the Russian Hill Cemetery was located in the block between Taylor, Jones, Vallejo and Green Streets. December 9, 1912: Miss Goldie Griffin wants to become a cop! Another item culled directly from the pages of our historical newspapers, this one from the period in which California women had just won the right to vote -- something for which the country as a whole would need to wait seven more years. This hardly made San Francisco a bastion of progressive feminist thought. I scarcely need to point it out, but note the amusement and disdain in this articles' treatment of the first female applicant to the San Francisco Police Department, December 9, 1912:
Mon, 08 Dec 2008 - 08min - 78 - Timecapsule podcast: San Francisco, December 1-7
A weekly handful of weird, wonderful and wacky happenings dredged up from the kaleidoscopic depths of San Francisco history. THIS WEEK: In 1856, the birth of a great newspaper; and in 1896, a legendary gunfighter referees a boxing match. December 1, 1856: Birthday of the "San Francisco Call" One of San Francisco's Gilded Age newspaper giants begins its life today: the San Francisco Call. San Francisco was lousy with newspapers in the Gold Rush era -- by 1858 there were at least a dozen -- but the Call, with its conservative Republican leanings and working class base, quickly nosed to the front of the pack to become San Francisco's number one morning paper. It would stay there for nearly half a century. By the summer of 1864, the Call already claimed the highest daily circulation in town, and it was this point that the paper famously gave employment to a busted gold miner and trouble-making journalist from Nevada by the name of Samuel Clemens -- er, Mark Twain. The Call had published a few of his pieces from Virginia City, but upon Twain's arrival in the Big City the paper employed him full time as a beat reporter and general purpose man. In just a few months at the Call's old digs at number 617 Commercial Street, Mark Twain cranked out hundreds of articles on local crime, culture, and politics. I don't know that Twain was cut out for newspapering. Years later he spoke of those days as "... fearful, soulless drudgery ... (raking) the town from end to end, gathering such material as we might, wherewith to fill our required columns -- and if there were no fires to report, we started some." Twain's attempts to liven up the work with the occasional wildly fictitious embellishment were frowned upon -- the conservative Call was apparently interested in just the facts, thank you very much. Twain also had a few problems with the Call's editorial policy. In a common sort of incident, notorious only because he'd witnessed it, Twain observed a gang of hoodlums run down and stone a Chinese laundryman -- as a San Francisco city cop just stood by and watched. "I wrote up the incident with considerable warmth and holy indignation. There was fire in it and I believe there was literature." Twain was enraged when the article was spiked, but his editor -- and this can't help but remind you that some things never really change -- his editor made it clear that "the Call ... gathered its livelihood from the poor and must respect their prejudices or perish ... the Call could not afford to publish articles criticizing the hoodlums for stoning Chinamen." A campaign of passive-aggressive resistance to doing any work at all was Twain's response -- perhaps better described as "slacking" -- and he was fired shortly thereafter.
Mon, 01 Dec 2008 - 08min - 77 - Timecapsule podcast: San Francisco, November 24-30
A weekly handful of the weird and wonderful happenings that have made San Francisco, San Francisco. November 24, 1899 - "Haberdashery Issue Stirs Butchertown" November 25, 1914 - Joltin' Joe DiMaggio's birthday! November 27, 1978 - Mayor George Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk are brutally assassinated by disgruntled ex-cop, ex-firefighter and ex-supervisor Dan White.
Mon, 24 Nov 2008 - 08min - 76 - Timecapsule podcast: San Francisco, November 17-23
A weekly handful of the weird and wonderful happenings that have made San Francisco, San Francisco. November 22, 1852 - An earthquake opens a wide fissure through which the waters of Lake Merced flow to the sea -- or does it? November 18, 1865 - San Francisco writer Mark Twain's wild west tale "Jim Smiley and His Jumping Frog" becomes the talk of New York City. November 22, 1935 - The soon-to-be legendary "China Clipper" flying boat lifts off from San Francisco Bay, on its way to making Pan American the first airline to cross the Pacific Ocean.
Mon, 17 Nov 2008 - 06min - 75 - Timecapsule podcast: San Francisco, November 10-16
A weekly handful of the weird and wonderful happenings that have made San Francisco, San Francisco. November 10, 1849 - Gold rush in full swing: the Collector of the Port of San Francisco files an official report stating that since April 1st, 697 ships have already arrived. November 15, 1856 - After her husband (the captain) is incapacitated, teenaged Mary Ann Patten heroically assumes control of a clipper ship, sailing it around the Horn and into San Francisco Bay.
Mon, 10 Nov 2008 - 10min - 74 - Timecapsule podcast: San Francisco, November 3-9
A weekly handful of weird, wonderful and wacky happenings dredged up from the kaleidoscopic depths of San Francisco history. November 7, 1595: The accidental naming of San Francisco Bay All right. Let's get serious about going back in time, way, way, WAY back, 413 years into the past. How can this even be related to San Francisco, you ask? Well, it isn't, but then again, yes it is -- the first of a long chain of events leading up to the naming of our fair city. Here's how it began: Captain Sebastian Rodriguez Cermeño was dispatched by the Spanish to sail up the coast of Alta California and find a safe harbour for the pirate-harassed galleons sailing between New Spain and the Philippines. A violent storm off of what would one day be named Point Reyes forced him to head for shore -- yup, "any port in a storm" -- and his ship fetched up in Drake's Bay. He'd missed discovering the Golden Gate by just a few miles. Cermeño's ship, the "San Agustin", ran aground, destroying it -- and the loyal captain claimed that ground for Spain. Not knowing that Sir Francis Drake had shown up in the same spot 16 years earlier -- or so we think -- Cermeño named the bay "Puerto de San Francisco". The industrious Cermeño and his crew salvaged a small launch from the wreckage and sailed it all the way back down to Baja California, incidentally discovering San Diego's bay along the way. But how does this relate to our bay? Well, almost 200 years later, scouts from the Spanish mission-building expedition led by Gaspar de Portolá and Fray Junipero Serra discovered the Golden Gate from the land side. Mistaking it for the body of water named by Cermeño, they called it San Francisco Bay -- and this time, the name stuck.
Mon, 03 Nov 2008 - 07min - 73 - Timecapsule podcast: San Francisco, October 27-November 2
A weekly handful of weird, wonderful and wacky happenings dredged up from the kaleidoscopic depths of San Francisco history. October 28, 1881: A murder in Chinatown A murder in Chinatown. Newspapers, particularly the often very nasty San Francisco Chronicle, were full of anti-Chinese propaganda in the last decades before the turn of the century. Stories dealing with Chinese people were usually over-heated, pretty racist, and sometimes hard to even get through. This item was short and straightforward, though, and I might have even skipped over it if I hadn't noticed an article about the very same case in a legal journal. The tiny bit of testimony from the victim in that piece helps capture the flavour of the parallel world of 1880s Chinatown. CHINESE CRIMEShooting of a Courtesan in Kum Cook Alley Between 7:30 and 8 o'clock last evening, while Choy Gum, a Chinese courtesan, was bargaining with a fruitdealer in her room on Kum Cook Alley, a Chinaman named Fong Ah Sing walked up to her door and fired a shot at her ...
Mon, 27 Oct 2008 - 08min - 72 - Timecapsule podcast — San Francisco, October 20-26
A weekly handful of weird, wonderful and wacky happenings dredged up from the kaleidoscopic depths of San Francisco history. October 24, 1861 The transcontinental telegraph line is finished, literally uniting the United States by wire just as the country was disintegrating into Civil War. Just before the shooting started, Congress had offered a substantial bribe (known as a subsidy) to any company agreeing to take on the seemingly impossible project -- a hair-brained plan to hang a thin wire on poles marching hundreds of miles across the Great Plains, up the Rockies, and into the Wild West. Work began in June of 1861. Just like the transcontinental railroad a few years later, one section started in the east, one in the west, with the goal of linking up in Utah. The two crews worked their ways toward Salt Lake City for six long months, following the route established less than a year and a half earlier by the Pony Express. It was an epic struggle. Thousands of poles were planted in scorching heat and freezing snow, and the workers negotiated not only with the hostile elements, but with Native Americans and Mormons.
Mon, 20 Oct 2008 - 07min - 71 - Timecapsule podcast — San Francisco, October 13-19
A weekly handful of weird, wonderful and wacky happenings dredged up from the kaleidoscopic depths of San Francisco history. October 18, 1851 On this date, after endless politicking and interminable delay, the mail ship Oregon steamed into San Francisco harbor with the news that California had been admitted to the Union. The reaction of San Francisco's 25,000 citizens is something I'll allow the Daily Alta California to report: "Business of almost every description was instantly suspended, the courts adjourned in the midst of their work, and men rushed from every house into the streets and towards the wharves, to hail the harbinger of the welcome news. When the steamer rounded Clark's Point and came in front of the city, her masts literally covered with flags and signals, a universal shout arose from ten thousand voices on the wharves, in the streets, upon the hills, house-tops, and the world of shipping in the bay.
Mon, 13 Oct 2008 - 07min - 70 - Timecapsule podcast — San Francisco, October 6-12
A weekly handful of weird, wonderful and wacky happenings dredged up from the kaleidoscopic depths of San Francisco history. October 9, 1776 Two hundred and thirty-two years ago this week, the original "Mission San Francisco de Asis" -- better known as Mission Dolores -- was officially dedicated on the banks of Dolores Lagoon, in today's aptly named Mission District. I'm not talking about the graceful white-washed adobe that stands at 16th and Dolores streets today -- it would be some 15 years before the good padres, in an early chapter of the church's "problematic" relationship with native Americans, would draft members of the Ohlone to construct that edifice. No, this was more like a cabin, a temporary log and thatch structure hacked together a little over a block east of the present Mission, near the intersection of Camp and Albion Streets.
Mon, 06 Oct 2008 - 07min - 69 - Timecapsule podcast — San Francisco, September 29-October 5
A weekly handful of weird, wonderful and wacky happenings dredged up from the kaleidoscopic depths of San Francisco history. October 1, 1938 On a foggy Saturday in 1938, a swaybacked, 12-year-old horse named Blackie swam -- dog-paddled, really -- completely across the choppy waters of the Golden Gate. The horse not only made aquatic history with that trip, but he soundly defeated two human challengers from the Olympic Club, and won a $1000 bet for his trainer Shorty Roberts too. It took the horse only 23 minutes, 15 seconds to make the nearly mile-long trip, and the short film made of the adventure shows that Blackie wasn't even breathing hard as he emerged from the waters at Crissy Field. His trainer Shorty couldn't swim, but he made the trip, too -- and this was part of the bet -- by hanging onto Blackie's tail. A rowboat led the way, with Shorty's brother offering a handful of sugar cubes from the stern to keep the sweets-lovin' horse on track.
Mon, 29 Sep 2008 - 06min - 68 - Timecapsule podcast — San Francisco, September 22-28
September 24, 1855 The preserved head of Joaquin Murieta and the hand of Three-Fingered Jack were sold at auction today to settle their owner's legal problems. Joaquin Murieta was a notorious and romantic figure in the early history of California. With Jack, his right-hand man, Murieta led a gang of Mexican bandits through the countryside on a three-year rampage, brutally "liberating" more than $100,000 in gold, killing 22 people (including three lawmen), and outrunning three separate posses. After posse #4 tracked him down and chopped off his head -- or at least the head of someone who might possibly have maybe looked like him -- Murieta's story entered California folklore.
Mon, 22 Sep 2008 - 06min - 67 - Something new: weekly Time-capsule podcast, September 15-21
A little explanation is in order So. The schedule of Sparkletack production has fallen off a bit during the past year, and for that I apologize. I miss the show myself, so I've decided to tweak the format a bit. Here's my new plan. I started to think about the fact that every time the planet spins around its axis, it's the anniversary of some interesting, odd, or somehow notable happening in the history of our fair city. I'm going to select a handful of these every week, and put together a short piece just to remind you -- and myself -- of the marvelous and wacky things that have taken place all around us during the past 170 years or so. The format is far from settled yet -- this is officially an experiment, and I'm open to suggestions. The longer, more in-depth shows won't disappear -- the plan is to keep producing them as well, at a more comfortable pace. They'll just appear when they appear. The Sparkletack blog won't change at all, and I should mention here that I really love the tips and info that you constantly send me, dear listeners ... thanks, and keep 'em coming.
Thu, 18 Sep 2008 - 00min - 66 - #66: Alma de Bretteville Spreckels
It’s one of San Francisco’s best-loved monuments — the figure of a heartbreakingly beautiful girl balancing lightly atop a granite column high above Union Square. She soars above both pedestrians and pigeons, gracefully clutching trident and victory laurels, lifting her shapely arms in triumph over the city of San Francisco. It was intended to memorialize Admiral Dewey, a hero of the 1898 Spanish-American war. But in the century since then, it’s honoured this now-obscure naval officer in name only; the statue has become inextricably identified with its model, one of its wealthiest and most notoriously colorful characters in San Francisco history; Alma de Bretteville Spreckels. How did a poor girl from the wrong side of the tracks end up atop of a column in the middle of Union Square? Better yet, how did this lead to first a scandal, and then the construction of the grandest home in San Francisco — 2080 Washington Street? And how does any of that relate to the history of our beloved Legion of Honor Museum? Listen in to today’s podcast as I relate the rise of Alma de Bretteville Spreckels from Victorian pinup to eccentric “Great Grandmother of San Francisco”, the wealthiest woman on the West Coast. For further edification: » Legion of Honor Museum – official website » Admiral George Dewey – Wikipedia » Dewey Monument – inscription » “Sugar Daddy and the de Brettevilles – Bay Time Reporter » “‘Mike’ de Young Shot” – New York Times, 11.20.1884 » “Erection of Dewey Monument – San Francisco Call, 7.3.1899 » Union Square Dewey Monument dedication – film, American Mutoscope, 5.14.1903 » Spreckels Sugar – corporate website » Loie Fuller – bohemian dancer » Alma and Adolph’s first (and much smaller) home » Danielle Steele interview – Entertainment Weekly
Sun, 03 Feb 2008 - 1h 08min - 65 - #65: Memories of an Argonaut
To many of the thousands of gold-seekers pouring through the Golden Gate back in 1849, the word “Argonaut” was already a familiar one, drawn from the ancient myth of “Jason and the Golden Fleece”. “Argonaut” was the name applied to Jason’s band of heroic companions, combining the name of his ship — the “Argos” — with the Greek word for sailor — “nautes”. The word came to mean “an adventurer engaged in a quest, usually by sea”. The parallels between Jason’s search for the Golden Fleece and the ’49ers quest for California gold proved irresistible, and by the 1870s “Argonaut” was in common use to identify that first generation of pioneers. Charles Warren Haskins was part of that first wave of Argonauts. He worked the gold fields around Hangtown (now Placerville) for a couple of years and then returned to Massachusetts to get married in 1851. He brought his new wife back to California, and raised a family. In 1890, on an extended visit to his son in Idaho, Charles finally mined the real treasure of his Gold Rush experience — his memories. He began to compose a memoir in an energetic vernacular style that recalls Mark Twain. “WHILE residing in the village of Kingston … in the silver mining regions of northern Idaho during the winter of ’87-’88, and being compelled to remain within doors in consequence of the great depth of snow and intense cold, in order to pass away the time I amused myself by writing an account of scenes and incidents that occurred in California in early days in the mining regions. These events are written entirely from memory. As to the the correct description of events, I ask the remnant of that band of sturdy Argonauts who laid the foundation of a great State to bear me witness.” The thing I love about Gold Rush reminiscences like this one are the vivid picture they reveal of what that era was actually like; not a dry-as-dust historical analysis, but the memory of one human, full of individual insight and quirky perspective. I read you one of these several months ago — Sparkletack #32 — and I plan to periodically return to first hand accounts, hoping that you enjoy them as much as I do. This podcasts consists of two chapters from Haskin’s 1890 “The Argonauts of California”, lightly edited, in which which our intrepid Argonaut arrives in San Francisco, heads up river to Sacramento City, and then makes his way to the mining camp of Hangtown. Enjoy! For further edification: » “The Argonauts of California” – 1890 » “The California Gold Rush of 1849” – Coloma.com » Early goldmining methods and how-to! – Sierra Foothills Magazine » Placerville (Hangtown) – Wikipedia » Military Governor Mason’s report to President Polk – August 1848, SFMuseum.org » San Francisco Virtual Museum’s “Gold Rush” documents – SFMuseum.org
Tue, 25 Sep 2007 - 47min - 64 - #64: San Francisco’s Treasure Island (pt. 2)
What is Treasure Island? Why is it there? And where is it going? In the second episode of this 2-part podcast series, San Francisco’s plan for a mid-bay international airport is abruptly derailed by World War II. The US Navy seizes the island, transforming the former World’s Fair location into “Naval Station Treasure Island”. The new base plays a vital role in the war, funneling millions of sailors into the Pacific Theatre. The world’s largest mess hall, San Francisco’s peculiar celebration of the war’s end, and an alarming series of Cold War-era mushroom clouds round out the military phase of Treasure Island’s history. But that’s just the beginning, because after half a century San Francisco finally has its island back! Plans for the future of “San Francisco’s Newest Neighborhood” have been fraught with conflict and political turmoil, but believe me; they’re nothing short of spectacular. Listen to Part One of the story. For further edification: » California State Military Museum » “The Navy’s Last Detail” – SFGate.com, 1997 » Home movie – V-J Day celebrations and riot – Prelinger Archives » “The Naval History of Treasure Island” – Prelinger Library, 1946 » Treasure Island Development Authority (TIDA) » “Treasure Island’s need for speed” – SF Chronicle, 2005 » Treasure Island Master Plan – Skidmore, Owings & Merrill » “A Vision for Urban Living” – SF Chronicle, 2006 » Treasure Island Museum » “Consequences of a Rising Bay” – SF Chronicle, 2007
Mon, 27 Aug 2007 - 37min - 63 - #63: San Francisco’s Treasure Island (pt. 1)
Treasure Island is easily visible from San Francisco’s Embarcadero, a low-lying front porch jutting out towards the Golden Gate from Yerba Buena Island. Palm trees in a silhouetted row set off massive white buildings, dwarfed by the towering silver Bay Bridge marching across the water towards Oakland. That bridge carries over 130,000 people a day within yards of this artificial lily pad, most of them whizzing by at 70 miles per hour without giving it a second thought. What is Treasure Island? Why is it there? And where is it going? In the first episode of this 2-part podcast series, you’ll learn how politics, pride, and the Great Depression collided to spark this audacious construction project, and the story of its glamorous first occupant — the 1939 World’s Fair. Crazed seagulls, the tooth of a woolly mammoth, Irving Berlin, and a radio signal from Bombay are just a few of the elements that make this story a San Francisco classic. Skip to Part Two. For further edification: » “Trails End for ’39ers” – Almanac for Thirty-Niners – WPA, 1938 » “Western Wonderland” – Time Magazine, 1939 » Gorgeous pre-Fair Publicity Film – Prelinger Archives » Newsreel footage of ’39 World’s Fair – Prelinger Archives » Home movie from the ’39 World’s Fair – Prelinger Archives » “Not So Golden Gate” – Time Magazine, 1939 » “The Legend of Yerba Buena Island” 1936 » Treasure Island – Wikipedia » Treasure Island Music Festival – Noisepop/Another Planet
Sun, 05 Aug 2007 - 45min - 62 - “mr. summers’ 1941 vacation” — prelinger archiveTue, 17 Jul 2007
- 61 - #62: Samuel Holladay, Pioneer Squatter of Lafayette Park
On a recent Pacific Heights walking tour I found myself standing atop Lafayette Park. As I admired the spectacular view, the guide told an unfamiliar story about a mansion that once occupied this hill. The building is long gone now, of course, but its history is a wild one. Here’s the story: Samuel Holladay, respectable Gold Rush era citizen and pillar of society, had legally stolen this beautifully situated hilltop. He was a squatter… and even better, had successfully defended the property against the City of San Francisco for over thirty years! Needless to say, after the tour I made a beeline to the sixth floor of the San Francisco Public Library. It seemed so unlikely; what bizarre circumstances could have led such a distinguished character to take such a seemingly scurrilous action? The great thing about our city’s history is that once you’ve seized a single thread, it can take you anywhere — and this one went all over the place. In today’s podcast I will untangle the story of Samuel Holladay, the king of Holladay Hill. Holladay’s photo supplied by Jonathan Oppenheimer
Fri, 22 Jun 2007 - 50min - 60 - #61: Lefty O’Doul — The Man in the Green Suit
You’ve seen the green and white signs in front of the “Lefty O’Doul Restaurant and Piano Bar” down on Geary Street, but who is Lefty O’Doul? Just another phony Irish name invented to sell beer? Absolutely not! The silhouette of that left-handed slugger on the sign is a clue. Lefty O’Doul was a baseball player, and despite the fact that other boys from San Francisco went on to enjoy a brighter national spotlight, Lefty was our boy — our very own real hometown baseball hero. We cheered his ups and downs back east, watched from afar as he palled around with Babe Ruth, and when he came back from the big leagues to manage the hometown San Francisco Seals he was the most popular man in town. That in itself would make a pretty good story, but it’s the international angle that will really surprise you. You see, “Lefty” and “the Man in the Green Suit” were only two of the nicknames O’Doul answered to in his checkered career. The most interesting one is this one: “the Father of Japanese Baseball”. It turns out that the Irish kid from Butchertown was as much a citizen of the Pacific Rim as of the baseball world — and he’s now enshrined in Japan’s Baseball Hall of Fame. His tombstone down in Colma reads “He was here at a good time, and had a good time while he was here”. Need I say more? Even if you don’t know a thing about our “national pastime”, you’re going to love Lefty O’Doul. Full disclosure: I wore my San Francisco Seals hat as I researched this story. So much for objective journalism! For further edification: » O’Doul’s lifetime statistics — Baseball Almanac » “Lefty O’Doul Kids Day” 1938 — Virtual Museum of San Francisco » Interview for “The Glory of Their Times” — Baseball Hall of Fame » San Francisco Court of Historical Review — San Francisco Chronicle June 1997 » “Hall of Fame Hopes” — San Francisco Chronicle June 2006 » O’Doul Essay — The Diamond Angle » Bay Area Sports Hall of Fame » Lefty O’Doul’s Restaurant — official site » Lefty O’Doul’s Restaurant — GoogleMap
Mon, 28 May 2007 - 1h 13min - 59 - #60: Starr King and the California Civil War (pt. 2)
At the end of the Part One of this two part series, Abraham Lincoln had been elected president, the Civil War had broken out, and the question of California’s loyalty to the Union was in grave doubt. The youthful Unitarian minister from Boston was a newcomer to the scene, but his powerful voice had been quickly recruited to the Union cause. His impact would be immense and wide-ranging, and not just as a peerless advocate for the Union. From his proto-environmentalist writings on Yosemite to his contribution to a California culture of philanthropy, Starr King made his short time in our state count. Lincoln himself thought of Starr King as “the Man Who Saved California for the Union”, and at the beginning of the previous century most Californians felt the same, selecting King to represent the state in the form of a statue back in Washington D.C. But this story doesn’t end in the past. In August of 2006, a resolution was rushed through the California legislature to evict Starr King from his place of honour and replace him with a statue of ex-president Ronald Reagan. There was no public discussion. King’s statue is still standing, but his days are numbered. Can it be right to erase such a potent symbol of our collective past? Well… listen to the podcasts, digest some of the background material below, and then make up your own mind. It seems to me that King is the right guy for that job back east — if you agree, click the link below to locate your California State Representative and let your opinion be heard. For further edification: » Find your California State Representative — www.leginfo.ca.gov » Starr King and the California Civil War (pt.1) — sparkletack » Starr King statue — National Hall of Statuary » “Debate Urged on Starr King Eviction” — San Francisco Chronicle 11/25/06 » “Saving Starr King” — Pittsburgh Post-Gazette 10/15/06 » “A Vacation among the Sierras: Yosemite in 1860” — Thomas Starr King » “Roots of the American Red Cross” — Unitarian Universalist World
Fri, 27 Apr 2007 - 47min - 58 - #59: Starr King and the California Civil War (pt. 1)
Over 100,000 people a day travel the Geary Street corridor. But how many glance over and notice the grey statue standing watch at Franklin Street? Only a very few look even further, and notice the low, stone sarcophagus nestled in front of the gothic Unitarian Church. Walk right up to it and you’ll discover that it contains the earthly remains of Thomas Starr King. Thomas Starr King? Who on earth was that — and what’s he doing here? Indeed. The storm clouds of the American Civil War were brewing, and California’s loyalty to the Federal government was an open question. Though largely forgotten, Starr King was known in his day as “the Man Who Saved California for the Union”. His impact on California was incalculable, as you’ll begin to discover in this podcast — part one of a two-part story. For further edification: » Starr King in California — William Simonds, Project Gutenberg » Starr King statue — National Hall of Statuary » California in the Civil War — Wikipedia » Starr King bio — Starr King School for the Ministry » First Unitarian Church, 1864 — GoogleMaps
Mon, 09 Apr 2007 - 39min - 57 - #58: The Crocker Spite Fence
History is rife with bizarre confrontations and grand feuds, but in San Francisco none were more bizarre than the showdown between Charles Crocker (bellicose railroad robber baron) and Nicholas Yung (unassuming German undertaker). Call it “a tale of two egos”. It was over a very small piece of land, but this property was located on center stage of 1870’s San Francisco — the very top of Nob Hill. This podcast pulls several threads from the San Francisco tapestry — the Big Four, the Transcontinental Railroad, rabble rouser Denis Kearney and photographer Eadweard Muybridge — and weaves them together into a 25 year saga of pigheadedness that could only be resolved by the destruction of the entire city. For further edification: » 1902 SF Chronicle “Spite Fence” article — SFGenealogy.com » The Big Four — Central Pacific Railroad Museum » “Kearneyism” — Virtual Museum of San Francisco » Grace Cathedral — official site
Wed, 21 Feb 2007 - 33min - 56 - #56: Lotta Crabtree — the San Francisco Favourite
In this week’s podcast we’ll marvel at beautiful Lotta Crabtree, quintessential star of the late 1800s. She was the protege of Lola Montez, the highest paid performer on Broadway, the darling of the entire nation, and the most popular comedienne of her era. As you may already suspect, her story begins right here in California, and the city nearest and dearest to her heart was the gold rush town which had bestowed the first of many nicknames to come: the “San Francisco Favourite”. For further edification: » Lotta Biography – with photos » Lotta’s Legacy – essay by J. Kingston Pierce » “San Francisco Rising” coverage – Leah Garchik » “San Francisco Rising” photos – San Francisco Sentinel » Fountain refurbishment – San Francisco Chronicle » Lotta’s opera – live on Market Street
Sun, 30 Apr 2006 - 27min - 55 - #55: Caruso, the Palace, and the 1906 earthquake
This week’s podcast chooses just one of the many thousands of individual stories to emerge from the catastrophe, following the eccentric Italian superstar and the storied hotel through their respective trials and tribulations. One survives… but the other does not. For further edification: » “The San Francisco Earthquake” – Gordon Thomas, Max Morgan Witts » “Lest We Forget” – 1906 Earthquake memoir » 1906 earthquake synopsis – history.net » 1906 earthquake online exhibit – Bancroft Library » Caruso biography – Wikipedia » the Caruso page » Caruso’s “clarification” » SF Public Library earthquake photo collection » technical story of the 1906 earthquake – United States Geological Survey » SF Public Library earthquake photo collection » Vespadan’s photostory synopsis » USGS earthquake conference » 1906 earthquake alliance » Faultline @ the Exploratorium – featuring indescribable earthquake songs from Mel Zucker » Jello City – a must see
Sun, 16 Apr 2006 - 44min - 54 - #54: The Notorious Lola Montez
this week's podcast grapples with the unbelievable legend of lola montez, trailing her across the world from london to paris to munich to san francisco. she was self-created diva royalty who, in her own words, was "always notorious, never famous".
Sat, 08 Apr 2006 - 36min - 53 - #52.5: The Trolls of San Francisco
The history of one of these hidden layers is, however, little known and rarely spoken of – I refer of course to the San Francisco trolls. Though some hold that the trolls are a primitive people original to this area, and were in the hills even before the native american Ohlone, other, more reputable sources hold that the first trolls, or “underground peoples” as ethnocultural historians have named them, were actually disappointed miners, distraught by the dissipation of their golden gold rush dreams. Unable to return to their long-abandoned wives and families in the east, they utilized their skill at mining to create networks of caverns well hidden within the many hills of the young city. And they are with us to this day. For further edification: » Trolls of San Francisco – setting the facts straight » trance music – oddly, a favourite of trolls » Mumiy Troll – Russian pop band – not really trolls at all » San Francisco hill map – troll hill locations » Troll – the completely inaccurate and biased anti-troll movie
Sat, 01 Apr 2006 - 10min - 52 - #52: Adolph Sutro, the Populist Millionaire
This week’s podcast explores the history of the millionaire philanthropist who gave so much to our city and whose story is — amazingly — almost forgotten. For further edification: » The Western Neighborhoods Project– outsidelands.org » Sutro bio from 1898 – sfmuseum.org » Sutro Baths – National Park Service » Sutro Baths – San Francisco Public Library » Sutro properties photos
Sat, 25 Mar 2006 - 27min - 51 - #51: The Columbarium and the Caretaker
In an attempt to answer the oft-voiced question "what is that thing, anyway?", in this week’s podcast a visit is finally paid to this sumptuous Victorian repository for cremated remains, the baroque center of what was once a 167 acre cemetery in the center of San Francisco. It’s a spectacular building, but the real discovery comes in the form of its soulful caretaker, Mr. Emmitt Watson. For further edification: » the Neptune Society » Columbarium – sfhistoryencyclopedia.com » Emmitt Watson interview – sfgate.com » mystical connections? » extispicy – blog entry » Bernard Cahill – architect » Columbarium – google maps
Sun, 19 Mar 2006 - 28min - 50 - #50: The Balclutha and the Chantey Sing
The Park Service website reads simply "sing traditional working songs aboard a floating vessel." The songs? Sea chanteys. The vessel? A majestic iron-hulled squarerigger called the "Balclutha". I had no idea how inspiring the experience could be, nor how powerful. It turned out I had inadvertently wandered into a 25 year old San Francisco tradition: the “chantey sing”. This monthly gathering not only serves as a fascinating tie to our maritime history but also happens to be a unique and thriving San Francisco community. Although I had gone down to the pier with no intention of doing research for a podcast, after five minutes on board I knew that "sparkletack #50" would be the perfect occasion to share this wonderful story. For further edification: » Hyde Street Pier – National Park Service » Hyde Street Pier virtual tour » chantey history » more chantey history and lots of songs » Todd Menton – chantey featured on Sparkletack
Sat, 11 Mar 2006 - 18min - 49 - #49: Sam Clemens and the Celebrated Jumping Frog
though the rest of the country thinks of samuel langhorne clemens as a southerner, it was a little time in san francisco and the wilds of california which turned young sam into "mark twain". this week's podcast tells the story of how a misfired duel, a bungled gold-mining claim, a suit for libel - and yes, a frog - conspired to create a work which took new york by storm and helped to forge an american original.
Sat, 04 Mar 2006 - 16min - 48 - #48: Mark Twain and the Great Earthquake of 1865
By now just about every San Franciscophile has been alerted to the fact that April 18th of this year will mark the centennial of the 1906 earthquake — the Big One which destroyed the city that once was, and gave rise to the one which we inhabit today. But the “Great Quake” of 1906 was only the second to bear the name. The first great quake happened in 1865, and though its memory has faded somewhat, the coincidental presence of the young Sam Clemens (or Mark Twain, as the nation would soon discover) in San Francisco has preserved it. In this week’s podcast we’ll travel back to October of 1865 and listen to an American literary icon reminisce about that day. For further edification: » 1856 earthquake newspaper reports – sfmuseum.org » Mark Twain in the West – pbs.org » The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County
Sat, 25 Feb 2006 - 17min - 47 - #47: Robert Louis Stevenson — Chinatown Treasure
san francisco has a long-standing reputation as a literature-loving town, as evidenced by government statistics ranking us as having the highest per-capita spending on books in the country. over the decades this city has nurtured a great number of notable writers from mark twain to dashiell hammett. however, there's one literary memorial in town that has always puzzled me. that is the apparently incongruous monument to robert louis stevenson set in the midst of the open-air living room of chinatown, portsmouth square.
Sat, 18 Feb 2006 - 30min - 46 - #46: San Francisco Fortune CookieSat, 11 Feb 2006 - 16min
- 45 - #45: Frank Chu Just Shows Up
downtown san francisco on a tuesday afternoon, and every businessman's face looks the same. whatever happened to eccentric and iconic characters like emperor norton and oofty goofty?
Sat, 04 Feb 2006 - 20min - 44 - #44: Moving the Dead — San Francisco Cemeteries
There are only three cemeteries left within the city limits of San Francisco. Note the phrase carefully: “left” in San Francisco. There were once far more than just three, which makes perfect sense — after all, thousands upon thousands of San Franciscans have passed away since the establishment of Yerba Buena 170 years ago, and they all required a final resting place. The question is, what happened to them… and where are they now? I present today a short history of cemeteries in San Francisco, as well as the answer to the question of which three still remain. For further edification: » John Blackett’s San Francisco cemetery history – maps + photos » San Francisco Genealogy – cemetery history » San Francisco Virtual Museum – cemetery history » recent Civic Center excavations » San Francisco Columbarium
Sat, 28 Jan 2006 - 40min - 43 - #43: San Francisco Motorcycle Club — Since 1904
Established at the dawn of the century, the San Francisco Motorcycle Club has thrived for over a hundred years.There are plenty of fossils in this town, relics of another age, but the SFMC represents living history, from the days when motorcycles were little more than heavyweight bicycles with engines squeezed into their frames — suspension negligible, handling worse — up through the modern era. But this isn’t about machines, it’s about people — and the members of second-oldest continuously operating motorcycle club in the country are just a friendly group of folks who love to ride, and happen to represent a living, breathing slice of San Francisco history. For further edification: » San Francisco Motorcycle Club » Dudley Perkins –hall of fame » Dudley Perkins dealership » Hap Jones –hall of fame » Glenn Curtiss museum » Online motorcycle museum » Vespa Club ride of a lifetime » Hollister 1947
Sat, 21 Jan 2006 - 35min - 42 - #42: Alexander Leidesdorff — The Black Millionaire
It was 1841, and like so many of those who have washed up on these shores, then or since, William Alexander Leidesdorff was a man on the run from his past — a man trying desperately to reinvent himself on the blank canvas of the western coast. Though hardly anyone remembers his name these days, he became essential to the fabric of Yerba Buena, honored and mourned by the entire city upon death. he racked up an unparalleled array of “firsts” in the city, state, and even country — not the least of which was his entry into the historical record as the United States’ first black millionaire. Leidesdorff arrived in the village a tall, dark and handsome man, multi-lingual, highly educated, and an instant commercial success. Though well-liked in the village, he was by all accounts a lonely and solitary figure, his history shrouded in mystery. what had driven him to the far edge of the continent, and why is he forgotten today? For further edification: » fifties era biography –sfmuseum.net » Leidesdorff day 2005
Sat, 14 Jan 2006 - 27min - 41 - #41: The Golden Gate Bridge, a Modest Proposal
“So what do you think of that beautiful bridge?” I started to say, but she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, an odd, wistful look in her eyes. “what is it?” I asked. She turned to me with a grave expression and said — “at the risk of sounding crazy, is there a reason that the bridge would be sad?” I understood just what she had sensed, and I suspect that you do too. There’s a blot on the bridge that mars its beauty. Every time I cross it, I think about those who have chosen to jump. Officially, someone leaps off the bridge to their death about once every two weeks. The official toll is at roughly 1300 people since its opening in 1937. Only the recovered bodies are counted, however, and because of the swift currents heading out to sea many victims are never found. This week’s show is dedicated to an unusual proposal. In some powerful way many jumpers who seek out the bridge as a means to end their lives are reflecting an established pattern engendered by the city’s history. If all they truly wanted was simply to end their lives, they could do it anywhere. but they don’t — they choose the bridge. San Francisco’s history is one of repeated destruction and rebirth — a pattern unconsciously reflected and tragically repeated by the jumpers, acting as characters in the final act of this repeating drama. What is being proposed is a way to change that script. Havi Brooks, founder of the project, is an international teacher and an expert in recognizing problems in all sorts of narrative systems. Using a system of learning called the Fluent Self. She teaches people to read, deconstruct and heal their own problematic narrative patterns. Her efforts have proven to be successful in resolving all sorts of issues from the personal to the communal. Hours of debate about the nature of the problem and its relation to the history of the city have led to a concept that could not only cut down suicide rates, but add aesthetic beauty to the bridge — while not costing the city a penny. For further edification: » Lethal Beauty — SF Chronicle series » Suicide Barrier Coalition » Jumpers — New Yorker » official site of the Golden Gate Bridge » the Fluent Self
Sat, 07 Jan 2006 - 25min - 40 - #40: Luisa Tetrazzini and Christmas eve
“I will sing in San Francisco if I have to sing in the streets, for I know that the streets of San Francisco are free.” It was 1910. San Francisco was still in a bad way following the great earthquake and conflagration of 1906, and in fact, the whole decade had been kind of rough. The brightest spot without question in this opera-mad city had been the sudden emergence of the zaftig soprano Luisa Tetrazzini, the “Florentine Nightingale”. She rose to prominence in San Francisco, but talent and fame soon took her away to the bright lights of the world’s great stages. On Christmas Eve of that year, however, she finally came back… and it was magic. For further edification: » bio, beautiful photos and sound recordings » short bio and sound » biographical book review at SF Museum.org » Monadnock building murals » chicken Tetrazzini recipe
Sat, 31 Dec 2005 - 19min - 39 - #39: The Great Diamond Hoax
it was 1871. william ralston had become one of the richest and most powerful men in california, partly on the strength of his shrewd business maneuverings, but largely on the fact that he was an incorrigible gambler, a exemplar of his optimistic age. he lived so largely, and spent so lavishly, on his beloved city as well as on himself, that at the peak of his powers he picked up a nickname that has stuck to this day; "the man who built san francisco".
Sat, 17 Dec 2005 - 32min - 38 - #38: Rudyard Kipling in San Francisco
in 1889 this talented young writer, the son of a british colonial schoolteacher and future winner of the nobel prize for literature, visited san francisco on his way from india to england. it was not only his first visit to the city, but his first time in america -- he was on assignment to record his impressions and write letters back to an indian newspaper -- and his brash and snobbish reactions to san francisco and its wild inhabitants are alternately flattering, insulting and very amusing.
Sat, 10 Dec 2005 - 32min - 37 - #37: Philo T. Farnsworth
Riding around the chilly streets of San Francisco this week I spotted a bumpersticker that I hadn’t seen for some time: “kill your television”. The rich irony of seeing that particular message displayed in San Francisco struck me as it always does. Why? Because television was invented right here in fog city, a fact most everyone has forgotten, along with its inventor, mr. Philo T. Farnsworth.I don’t know if a more euphonious name for an inventor could have ever been dreamed up! Philo was born in August of 1906, just a few months after our own great earthquake, making it all the more poignant that the inventor of arguably the most earthshaking technology of the 20th century, the “Genius of Green Street”, has today been largely forgotten. For further edification: » Farnovision! tons of stuff, including video » short list of patents » San Francisco 1928 Chronicle story (sfmuseum.net) » “Distant Vision” Pem Farnsworths’ biography of philo
Sat, 03 Dec 2005 - 25min - 36 - #36: Birth of San Francisco #3Sat, 26 Nov 2005 - 33min
- 35 - #35: Birth of San Francisco #2
part two of the pre-history of san francisco, the early life of the village of yerba buena. the epic sweep of mexico's revolution and the annexation of california to the united states for all intents and purposes passed the town by. monterey, sonoma, and the great californio ranchos were where most of the action was, with yerba buena developing slowly and in the background.
Sat, 19 Nov 2005 - 34min - 34 - #34: The San Francisco Twins
Ask anyone, the twins are just “The Twins”. They walk alike. They talk alike. But most of all, they look and dress exactly alike, and would not have it any other way. Vivian and Marian Brown are always ready to stop and chat, always ready with a pair of matching smiles and wrist-up hand-waves worthy of a pair of queens … whether you find them cute or creepy, they are among the most photographed icons in all of San Francisco, and have developed an almost cult-like following. It’s somewhat ironic that almost forty years ago these two journeyed all the way across a continent to San Francisco, the ultimate destination for those seeking to express their own snowflake-like individuality, only to make a mark on the town by being … identical. Thanks to Retail for the use of the track “Lipstick”, courtesy of the Podsafe Music Network.
Sat, 12 Nov 2005 - 19min - 33 - #33: Andrew Smith Hallidie — Father of the Cable Car
Many people who came to seek their fortune in the gold country failed to strike it rich, but ended up contributing their unique abilities and energies in much more interesting ways. This show is dedicated to just such a man — Andrew Hallidie, the inventor of San Francisco’s world famous cable cars. He was a remarkable character who turned the unique opportunities presented by the gold rush era and his own natural abilities into an invention that changed our fair city forever. For further edification: » Cable Car Museum » Cable Car Days – history book » the Cable Car Guy » more vintage photos Thanks to Jim Fidler for the use of the track “Home Comes the Rover”, courtesy of the Podsafe Music Network.
Sat, 05 Nov 2005 - 29min - 32 - #32: Letter from the Gold Rush, 1850
there have been a great number of letters written from and about san francisco through the decades, some by visitors and some by citizens, some known around the world, others anonymous. it is fascinating to hear voices from the past brought temporarily back to life, to see the city and its environs through the pens of contemporary eyewitnesses... some who wrote with an eye towards posterity, but others who were just sending their thoughts across the country to loved ones left behind. there really is nothing like the comfortable details of a letter back home to connect us, to provide a glimpse into the humanity of previous generations.
Fri, 28 Oct 2005 - 18min - 31 - #31: Carville — A Lost Neighborhood
san francisco is famously made up of an eccentric patchwork of neighborhoods. what is less known is that some of the most interesting and unusual have come and gone, leaving very little trace of a once vigorous existence. one of these was carville, an eccentric community made up of abandoned streetcars converted into clubs, restaurants and dwellings out on the pacific edge of the fin de siecle city. though virtually no trace is left, it does my heart good just to know that it was once there, and i think of it now every time i ride down the great highway.
Sat, 22 Oct 2005 - 14min - 30 - #30: Streets of San Francisco #2
show number two in the "streets of san francisco" series, still walking westwards, one street at a time. today's show moves from powell street to polk, with a couple of historical detours along the way.
Sat, 15 Oct 2005 - 26min - 29 - #29: The Legend of Black Bart
summer of 1875, and the wells fargo stagecoach is slowly rattling through a mountain pass in the sierra nevada gold country, bearing a cargo of passengers, u.s. mail, and gold. the driver pulls the horses to an abrupt halt at the sight of a man standing confidently on the side of the road. he wears a long dirty duster, a sack of flour over his head with a pair of holes cut for the eyes and brandishes a double-barrelled 12 gauge shotgun. a deep and hollow voice utters the command destined to become the most famous five words in western outlaw history: "please throw down the box." the legend of black bart is born.
Fri, 07 Oct 2005 - 19min - 28 - #28: Birth of San Francisco #1
By the time I arrived, San Francisco was already a city — and had been one for the previous century and a half. But what went on before that time? What was San Francisco before it was San Francisco? I’ve decided to look into the story of the pre-city peninsula, and the birth of the tiny town of Yerba Buena, starting with the arrival of the Spanish in the 1770s. It will take a couple of episodes to get it all out, so if you’re curious, stay tuned. (or jump ahead to episodes two and three. For further edification: » the Presidio » the founding of San Francisco – an essay from 1926 » detailed Presidio history – pdf » De Anza trail – map thanks to Rup Sode for the use of the beautiful tune “Yosemite”, courtesy of the Podsafe Music Network. — correction – 4.5.06 While re-listening to this show recently, I noticed that one of the dates I had given was incorrect — and it happens to have been quite an important one! William Richardson put up his four-posted tent in 1835, and it is to that year which we date the birth of Yerba Buena. A shocking and inexplicable error, but hereby corrected.
Fri, 30 Sep 2005 - 24min - 27 - #27: Patty Hearst, revolutionary sweetheart
The cool evening of February 4th, 1974. Nineteen-year-old Patricia Hearst, heiress to the Hearst family fortune, was relaxing in a rented apartment on campus with her fiancee. The front door burst open and three armed people rushed into the house, dragging Patricia away in her nightgown and stuffing her violently into the trunk of their car. She would not be heard from for two long months, and when she resurfaced, she was no longer “Patty”, but a gun-toting leftist revolutionary named “Tania”. What on earth had happened to Citizen Kane’s granddaughter? For further edification: » PBS timeline » locations » New York social scene Thanks to Rigel Vega for the use of the tune “Montpellier”. Use licensed under creative commons.
Fri, 23 Sep 2005 - 22min - 26 - #26: Streets of San Francisco #1
As I was riding around town this weekend, I was suddenly struck by a thought: stopped at the intersection of Broadway and Battery Streets, I suddenly wondered to myself: “Broadway? Battery? Where did those names actually come from? Does anyone still remember?” These names must reveal something about the character, history, and essential nature of a mature city, and so I decided to walk the city, block by block, and try to find out the what and why of our city streets. Links to a couple of the resources that I used are listed below, as well as some random street photos. Streets of San Francisco Splendid Survivors – San Francisco’s downtown architectural heritage Tales of San Francisco S.F. Museum online – San Francisco street names A wonderful 1890’s map with the extent of modern landfill indicated in pink. Thanks to Denis Kitchen for the use of the track “My Friend”, courtesy of the Podsafe Music Network.
Fri, 16 Sep 2005 - 21min - 25 - #25: Charles Cora and the 2nd Vigilance Committee
Charles Cora must have been a happy man as he arrived in San Francisco in 1852 with Arabella Ryan on his arm. And why not? He was a professional gambler of the highest reputation, and would have been delighted by the wide open nature of the town in the gold rush years — a perfect hunting ground for a man of his special talents. Just a few years later, however, his luck would finally end, as he ran into San Francisco’s controversial “Second Committee of Vigilance“… and a noose. Thanks to Qui Custodientes Custodient for the use of the track “A Bug’s Life March”, courtesy of the Podsafe Music Network.
Fri, 09 Sep 2005 - 15min - 24 - #24: Alcatraz
The very name gives one chills, doesn’t it? On a sunny day it seems almost unbelievable that such a lovely little island could have once been such an menacing symbol of power. It’s just over a mile from the San Francisco shore, and yet according to official records, none of the hundreds of men incarcerated during its 30 year reign as America’s most notorious high-security federal prison managed to escape. Though lying within sight and sound of San Francisco’s tantalizing promise of freedom, very few even attempted it. The prison maintained its status as “escape-proof” until it was taken out of service in 1963. No one ever got off “the rock” and lived… or did they? Many thanks to Ken Bonfield for the use of the track “Freedom”. Please visit his website for info and more great guitar playing.
Sat, 03 Sep 2005 - 17min - 23 - #23: The Wave Organ
It’s one of San Francisco’s strange and secret treasures, hidden in plain sight at the edge of the Bay. As you stroll along the jetty you suddenly spy the… wait, what is that? A fragment of the ruins of a lost city? No, not this time… it’s a collision between nature and architecture, the fruits of the labor of a public spirited artist and a wonderfully creative museum, who have together created a quiet spot in the middle of the bay for frazzled citizens to seek a bit of respite from a hectic world. (dogs like it, too.) Thanks to Fake Tan for the use of the track “Tiger Lilly”, courtesy of the Podsafe Music Network.
Fri, 26 Aug 2005 - 09min - 22 - #22: The China Clipper
I’ve just returned from a short vacation to a distinctly un-San Francisco like location… Hawaii! It took me a little while to come up with a San Francisco connection, but on the flight home I recalled that San Francisco was once home to the “China Clipper”, the first trans-Pacific airline service to those gorgeous islands. These titanic yet graceful flying boats were the ultimate way to travel to the newly accessible paradise of the South Pacific. They take us back to a more gracious and elegant period in the history of travel, and I hope you enjoy the podcast, as well as the photos, videos, and websites listed below. » flyingclippers.com is a wonderfully complete and nostalgic history of these lovely craft. » this PBS website provides newsreel videos and some great photos. » a newspaper account of the first flight over the pacific. Thanks to Kevin Macleod for the use of the track “Modern Jazz Samba”. Check his royalty-free music site at Incompetech.com.
Sat, 20 Aug 2005 - 17min - 21 - #21: Emperor Norton
We’ve had our fair share of peculiar citizens over the last 150 years, but in my judgement none compare to the “Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico”, his excellency Norton the First! Whether or not he was truly a secret descendent of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette or not is, to say the least, open to question, but the city of San Francisco embraced this threadbare monarch in a way not seen before or since. Was he crazy… or crazy like a fox? I think the truth is that it just doesn’t matter. As the Cincinnati Enquirer wrote upon his death in 1880, he was “an emperor without enemies, a king without a kingdom, supported in life by the willing tribute of a free people.” There’s a movement underway to rename the San Francisco Bay Bridge in his honor… and though Oakland is more than a little lukewarm to the concept, c’mon: it was his idea! All hail Emperor Norton. Thanks to Sam Taylor and the Moons of Jupiter for the use of the track “Memoirs of Don Quixote”. check them out at their Garageband website. Use licensed under Creative Commons.
Fri, 12 Aug 2005 - 13min - 20 - #20: Fog City
There’s a strange atmospheric phenomenon peculiar to our location halfway up the North-American coastline, something that has shaped the romantic atmosphere of San Francisco since the very moment that it truly became a city. poems have been written about it, as well as songs and stories, and I aim to celebrate it too. You’ve probably caught on by now… it’s the San Francisco fog. It’s a vital component of what gives the city… well, how can I say it any more clearly: it’s an essential component of San Francisco’s “atmosphere”. From the spooky alleys of film noir to shivering bonfires on the beach, the fog defines this city. Thanks to Green for the use of the tune “Something”, recorded live at the Artists’ Quarter. Use licensed under creative commons.
Fri, 05 Aug 2005 - 10min - 19 - #19: The Mission Burrito
After a few days in san francisco, you’ll begin to notice a strange proliferation of fat silvery cylinders sprouting from the hands and faces of the local population. Is it an alien invasion? A new kind of cellphone? No. You’ve discovered the secret passion of San Francisco, the vital fuel source of artists, students, plumbers and lawyers alike… the San Francisco mission burrito. Though digestively challenging, the mission burrito is in many ways the perfect food, and San Franciscans are as passionate about their favorite taquerias as they are about their politics. This is not a subject to be taken lightly…and now I’ve discovered that they’re almost as serious about burritos in Berlin! Thanks to twiddle for the use of the track “Latin Tang”. Check them out at their garageband website. use licensed under creative commons.
Sat, 30 Jul 2005 - 12min - 18 - #18: Firebelle Lil — Elizabeth “Lillie” Coit
Elizabeth “Lillie” Hitchcock Coit was one of the prototypically colorful characters of San Francisco history. A daughter of high society, she was a tomboy who developed an unusual obsession with fire and firemen, and was associated with them throughout her life. Though much sought after by the young men of the city, she cheerfully ignored society’s rules, playing poker, smoking cigars, staging boxing matches and generally scandalizing the upper echelons of Victorian San Francisco. What a woman! Though she spent years in Paris and traveled extensively throughout Europe and Asia, she loved this place more than anywhere on earth, and upon her death left her large fortune, in her own words, to “be expended in an appropriate manner for the purpose of adding to the beauty of the city which I have always loved.” The result was the beautiful edifice of Coit Tower, still standing proudly above Telegraph Hill and honoring both her memory and the memory of the firemen she loved.
Fri, 22 Jul 2005 - 12min - 17 - #17: The San Francisco “Conversation”
Everybody’s having it. at home, at work, on the bus… everywhere in San Francisco the same question… and what are we asking each other about? “Sooo…. how much rent are YOU paying?” We don’t normally discuss things like this. Just as our social mores dictate that questions about sexual habits or body weight are off-limits, questions that relate to money are taboo. Well, maybe if you live elsewhere in the country. But much like the public acknowledgment of a sex-change operation, what is a social taboo in most of the rest of the country is fair game here! It’s one of the most beautiful cities in the country, if not the world, but the aftermath of the dot-com bust has left us struggling. Whether you’re renting or buying, the San Francisco housing market is becoming the worst in the country, inexorably altering the charming face of the city. But perhaps the solution is built into our geography! perhaps what we need is… an earthquake. thanks to equuinoxx for the use of the track “terra firma”. check them out at their garageband website
Fri, 15 Jul 2005 - 11min - 16 - #16: San Francisco Pyramid
What is that THING looming above the San Francisco skyline? Almost a thousand feet tall, covered in stone, with a bright red beacon at the top… okay, I guess even though we’re not in Egypt or Central America the answer is pretty obvious: it’s a pyramid. but why? Is it because the citizens of San Francisco were just dying for something new? Could the infamous illuminatist conspiracy be behind it? Or is it something to do with the lost kingdom of Atlantis? Maybe we’ll never know for sure. One thing is certain — they aren’t letting us climb to the top… but never fear, you can still enjoy a spectacular view. many thanks to Steve Davison for the use of his acoustic guitar piece “bayou bartholomew blues”. please visit his website at www.beechwoodacousticmusic.com
Sat, 09 Jul 2005 - 09min - 15 - #15: The Golden Gate Bridge and Suicide
The Golden Gate Bridge is the no. 1 suicide landmark in the world. It opened proudly in 1937, but less than two years — and 11 jumpers later — a local newspaper reported that the California Highway Patrol had already begun looking for ways to prevent “further suicidal leaps from the bridge.” An officer was quoted as saying that though “hardly 2 years old, the span gives promise of becoming a mecca for despondent persons seeking self-destruction.” Ain’t that the truth. In the subsequent 68 years over 1,300 people have sought the final solution to their real or perceived problems by plunging from its burnt orange deck into the frigid waters below. panoramic bridge photo by Aaron Logan
Sat, 02 Jul 2005 - 10min - 14 - #14: The Golden Fire Hydrant of San Francisco
The “fact” that San Francisco was completely destroyed by the Great Earthquake of 1906 is widely known, of course — but less well known is the actual fact that it was the subsequent fire, raging for three days, that did almost all of the damage. I stumbled across a little piece of this history several years ago when I rented an apartment on 20th street, in between the Mission District and Noe Valley neighborhoods. As I walked up to Dolores Park and down to the Mission along my new street, I started to notice something odd about the buildings on one side… and also started to wonder about the fact that the fire hydrant at the top of the hill was painted bright gold! After a bit of research I discovered what makes this street unique in San Francisco, and the historical link to the great fire that burned it to the ground. The miraculous golden fire hydrant, at the highest corner of Dolores Park! (the plaque was added after I moved out of the neighborhood.) A dramatic panorama of San Francisco after the fire. photographs of the Mission District’s Valencia Street — before and after. Representative buildings from the north “burned” side of 20th street. These date from the 1920s and 30s. The old survivors, all dating from before 1906, all standing on the south side of the street. This is as close as San Francisco gets to ancient history! View from Dolores Park back towards the city — the 1906 refugees from the fire could see the entire panorama of destruction from here. Today it’s referred to as “Dolores Beach”!
Sat, 25 Jun 2005 - 06min - 13 - #13: The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill
I can clearly remember the first time I saw the wild parrots of San Francisco flying through the air over my neighborhood. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Or my ears, for that matter…their voices sound like a thousand tin cans rolling down a hill. Where had these bright green strangers come from, and why were they here? San Franciscans have a variety of explanations for these birds, but the one thing that we (mostly) agree on is that we love them. A new book and film — “The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill” — goes a long way towards shedding light on this phenomenon. Mark Bittner, author and co-subject of the documentary, practically became a member of the flock while living on San Francisco’s famous Telegraph Hill, and his intimate relationship with and study of these birds provides great insight into their story. it’s a fascinating and a poignant one, because Mark was homeless and down on his luck as the saga begins, and the flock provides him with — truly — a reason to live. through the book and film, he is now able to return the favor to these gorgeous avian immigrants. Visit his website for a tremendous range of photographs, sound recordings, stories, and the history of these birds.
Sun, 19 Jun 2005 - 06min - 12 - #12: San Francisco Blue Jeans
Well, I always thought that I knew the story of Levi’s jeans, how the Bavarian Levi Strauss showed up in Gold Rush San Francisco with a ton of heavy canvas for tent-making, met a miner who needed a pair of pants strong enough to withstand the rigors of gold mining, and the rest was history. Most San Franciscans “know” the same story. Wrong! Turns out that we owe that international fashion trend not to Mr. Strauss, but to a Nevada tailor named Jacob Davis, who first had the idea of using copper rivets to reinforce seams. Mr. Davis approached his fabric supplier in San Francisco, Mr. Strauss, asking for his help in establishing a patent, and they formed a partnership. That’s the real story! Whatever their provenance, Levi’s jeans are an essential part of San Francisco’s gold mining past. The German roots of Levi Strauss are honored in his hometown, at the Levi Strauss Museum in Buttenheim, Germany, and Jacob Davis’ descendants are still living in the San Francisco bay area, running a company which bears his surname: ben davis.
Wed, 15 Jun 2005 - 08min - 11 - #11: Straight Razor Morning
A nightmare week of computer mayhem and chaos has stimulated the nostalgic, anti-digital-technology side of my brain, and inspired me to talk about my newest old-school adoption: the straight razor! In short: I bought a vintage German razor, it’s an absolute beauty, and I risk my life every morning as I step in front of the fogged-up mirror. Speaking of Germany, I want to mention my very favourite podcast in the world — it’s called Schlaflos in München, a daily five minute dose of charming German-language stream-of-consciousness from my friend Annik Rubens in Munich. She is so entertaining that you’ll love it even if you don’t speak the language! (and if you do, then lucky you… have a listen!)
Sun, 12 Jun 2005 - 07min - 10 - #10: The Ruination of Fatty Arbuckle
think celebrity trials and sensationalist journalism were born yesterday? think again. the ongoing trial of michael jackson has put me in mind of the murder trial of international celebrity fatty arbuckle in 1921 -- the sexual details printed in the daily press titillated a moralistic nation and ended in the ruin of one of the most talented comedians of the era.
Mon, 06 Jun 2005 - 07min - 9 - #9: Schadenfreude and San Francisco High Society
“Schadenfreude” is a lovely German word that means “the joy we take in observing the misfortunes of others” — more or less — and that’s what today’s podcast is all about. “Oh The Glory of It All” is the name of the new memoir from Sean Wilsey, a young man who grew up in the highest strata of San Francisco and lived to tell the tale. It’s a wildly entertaining story of scheming women, adolescent angst, globe-hopping publicity stunts and the general creepy weirdness of growing up in San Francisco high society. Shades of Armistead Maupin’s “fictional” book series “Tales of The City”. what fun! …And have I mentioned that the lawsuits have already begun? Click on the photo of the “Wicked Stepmother” below for some local newspaper coverage and delightful photos…
Sat, 04 Jun 2005 - 06min - 8 - #8: Corpseflower at San Francisco Conservatory
What a day! Computer problems got you down? I can personally recommend a trip to visit the super-stinky corpseflower to put things in perspective! It only blooms for a day or two, but the scent of rotting flesh and tropical flowers will certainly rearrange your senses. The setting is fantastic… the San Francisco Conservatory of Flowers is the oldest structure in Golden Gate Park, a truly elegant and beautiful building… which makes the presence of this monstrous blossom even more disturbing. Enjoy…
Thu, 02 Jun 2005 - 06min - 7 - #7: San Francisco Shanghai
Oh, for the life of a sailor in Gold-Rush San Francisco! Those hard-luck men and boys were lucky enough to witness the birth of a brand new wild west verb up close and personally: Shanghai! Well, maybe not so lucky after all… the results were perhaps picturesque, but not at all pleasant. Here are a few images from the period… cameras were few and far between, of course, but the image of the bar girls here is priceless… Check out The Sea Wolf by Jack London (1904) for a vivid look at the harsh realities of life on the sea.
Fri, 27 May 2005 - 04min - 6 - #6: Where’s The Food?
So that’s what San Francisco is missing — good street food! We’ve got some of the greatest restaurants in the world, but for a cheap, greasy meal on the sidewalk, there’s a serious void to be filled. (Yes, yes, burritos, i know… but that’s a whole different story! more on that later….)
Wed, 25 May 2005 - 05min - 5 - #5: San Francisco Fireworks – On The Air
Fireworks over San Francisco Bay make me feel like a kid again! the annual waterfront “Kaboom” celebration and a little Bay Area radio history. Take a look at the KFOG website for pictures and video of the fireworks. The KSAN logo will take you to a brief history of radio – underground and otherwise – in the San Francisco Bay Area.
Mon, 23 May 2005 - 08min - 4 - #4: Steam Beer – The Authentic San Francisco Style
Tonight’s podcast features a special method of German homework avoidance: brew up a batch of beer, breathe in the delicious aroma of malt and hops, and ruminate over the history of America’s first authentic native style: Steam Beer from San Francisco. Visit the Anchor Brewing Company, the only brewery in the country still brewing this delicious and authentic San francisco style.
Sat, 21 May 2005 - 07min - 3 - #3: Street Flowers
Spinning junk into art — is a smile returning to the face of San Francisco? I haven’t been carrying my digital camera, just got a couple of shots today. This kind of ephemeral street art tends to disappear, but I’ll try to catch it fresh!
Wed, 18 May 2005 - 04min - 2 - #2: Dogs In The Pharoah
San Francisco memories of Alfred Hitchcock’s “Vertigo”, Egyptian architecture, and a dog lovin’ apartment building.
Tue, 17 May 2005 - 04min - 1 - Sparkletack #1
podcast the first...thoughts on the venerated san francisco tradition of "sidewalk recycling", and i don't mean cans and bottles!
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