My Dad and I have a running debate about whether there’s reason for hope these days or not. In general, not in specific. We buck all kinds of generational assumptions by him being the one who believes there’s hope, and…
Category: But the Past Isn’t Done with Us
The Ants Go Marching
The ants came in from the cold this weekend. We first saw them in Tracy on Friday morning. To be fair, Kaitlin, just turned 4, the youngest of my 4 nieces/nephews (why is there no communal gender-neutral term for such…
The Ghost of Thanksgiving Past
Today has felt portentous. There is something about the arrival of cold. Cold and dark. I have always liked winter, as long as I can remember, and there are few places in the world when it isn’t finally cold(er) and…
Smells Like Grandmothers
Glide has several buildings in the Tenderloin, and while I primarily work at one (the Family, Youth and Childcare Center), I often have occasion to visit the others, especially the “main” building at 330 Ellis. This building is the home…
This is Where the Summer Ends
…in a flash of pure destruction no one wins. Go nuclear. Nuclear… The calm the beach and the remains… -Ryan Adams, “Nuclear” Trick or treat. It’s Halloween, in many ways my favorite day of the year. I am blessed to…
School of Hotel Management
On my walk home from Glide each day, I pass by the back end of the Hilton. The Hilton on the edge of San Francisco’s Tenderloin is a gargantuan 46-story hotel that Wikipedia tells me is the largest lodging facility…
O, October!
My thoughts are scattered and they’re cloudy. The Blue Pyramid, despite the fact that it’s still deciding what exactly it wants to do with itself and where it’s going next, is quite popular according to Technorati. And Technorati should know.…
There is No Perfect Place, Yes I Know this is True
I think, despite it all, that I live with a lot of illusions. Key among them, perhaps the biggest of all-time, is that there is some place – a brief stopping point or a full destination – where everyone will…
Fasting is Fun!
Oh John Schneider, where are you now? When I was in high school, I was something of a firebrand. I won the Bible-beater “award” (really a gag gift of a stolen hotel Gideon) four out of four possible years at…
Vermont: Neither Green nor Mountain (discuss)
Emily and I spent the weekend in Vermont, with roughly 20 hours in the air (and airports) and 36 hours on the ground. We went to witness and celebrate the marriage of Stina (Robison) Gagner and Dav Gagner. Congratulations! A…