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Today is the 6th and this entry was written on the 7th, of December. Why is this important? It’s not, really. The date thing is just an excuse to choose something.

It’s long-ish, from 2013. Zach was still working at the Rec Center, but had decided that he was going to quit and get his Phd so he talks (among other things) about some of his efforts to choose a school. In the end, he stayed at LSU. Fateful decision . . .

Saturday, December 7, A day that will live in infamy…

Not really. But, I’m sitting here at my office, quite a bit of coffee down, and it’s 721a, having been here since about 615a.

I am, more than I’d like to admit, making really stupid decisions that feel insignificant at the time. A great example is this morning–the rest of my clan of friends is volunteering at Habitat for  Humanity this morning and I chose not to go because this morning is really the only shot I’ll have this weekend to accomplish anything (since tomorrow is a planned hangover day). I feel kind of bad but I know that I would hate myself tomorrow night if the weekend were to pass without some more accomplishment. But anyways, the Habitat group was meeting here at work at 7a to go to their site and, as par for the course, I felt this deep compulsion to be there before all of them, I guess with the intention of wowing them with my slave-ish intensity and dedication. But what happens is a)when they do “marvel” at me, I just get annoyed for having to explain myself, and I don’t even think there is a small part of me that likes the attention, or b) they think I’m a kook for keeping the hours I do. And frankly, I can’t really blame them for that– last night we hung out, drank wine, and stayed up until about 1a, and my alarm went off a little before 6a. Which is nowhere near enough sleep, especially at the end of a week, and could potentially lead to me not feeling well later in the day/weekend, which would suck. So why did I get up early?

Well, from a pragmatic standpoint, there is much to be done, and once I get finished banging out some thoughts in here, I hope to have some accomplishments, in some form or fashion.

So, some thoughts…I guess in keeping with that faux-health theme, it’s been a weird/semitough week from a health perspective. It’s largely my fault. Last Sunday night I, of course, couldn’t sleep when I went to bed early and then ended up with wreckage of diet with late night snacking. It carried over into Monday and really throughout the week, as I had a litany of poor eating choices and really regressed as far as eating enough calories. I don’t know why but I’ve been doing a terrible job with eating enough food, at the right times, and as a result, I haven’t been feeling that amazing. Compounding that is the bursts of caffeine that I’ve been ingesting, including too much coffee–today has to be my last day of coffee until at least later next week, if not longer.

In relation to this, I’ve completely fallen on my face as far as making December my bitch and have had a troubling, overall, malaise with using my time. My weekly review will go into this further tomorrow but it hasn’t been pretty and that is extraordinarily frustrating. What’s interesting is that I don’t feel like I’ve really been wasting that much time, all things considered, but it has been a bit of unique week with my birthday and all that, so in some sense there are some confounding variables. I don’t know–I need to really rebound next week and today.

Speaking of the birthday, which was Thursday–I actually really enjoyed the experience, way more than can ever really recall before. There wasn’t anything at all special about the day other than the normal humdrum-ness but it was just a really positive and happy day for me. I think that is indicative of a larger phenomenon that I’ve touched on before about my experience here in Baton Rouge about how I really cherish a lot of my social life and times here. I don’t know if this is a function of a greater sense of individual maturity and I’m thus appreciating “life” more or if I’ve just lucked into a situation here where I’m surrounded (socially) by good people and I like the role I have within the relationships. I guess it’s probably a bit of both.

For example, the small clan (Micah, Julie, Melissa, Chris, and Jake) hung out last night and watched Love Actually and it was such a small event in the grand scheme but was so incredibly fun and comfortable for me. Chris and Jake came over and cooked a quick dinner and then Micah and the rest of them got home and we drank a bit, watched Love Actually, and then sat around bullshitting in the living room for probably another two hours after it finished. The movie, as always, was incredible–I sat there with a silly smile, I laughed at the hilariousness of it, and as dumb as this seems, it was really special for me to “share” that experience with those
people. Granted, I pined to actually have a girl there to cuddle with (really, mainly just Rachel, since that was the gateway) but even that was a secondary feeling to the giddy happiness I felt for most of the evening.

One thing that I think really makes my relationships right now so fulfilling is the huge sense of open-ness that I feel like I have with everyone, and the fact that pretty much everything is on the table as far as what we talk about. It’s not like I have a great need to process a lot of stuff that happens in my life with a group (Chris and I are pretty mutually fulfilling in that sense) but it’s nice to have my life feel mostly like an open-book with the group, and that is a really relaxing feeling.

Chris and I also watched Animal House on Thursday night, for my birthday, after we got Whole Foods and it had been awhile since I watched it, and it’s as funny as ever. So, in recap, two great movies in two days!

I held what were hopefully the last two thesis interviews this week, and now just need to transcribe them before I can (hopefully) say that the data gathering process is complete. The coding/analysis process is about to fully commence, which is truly exciting, since I think this the peak of any project like this–the write-up will be more like the icing on the cake, as far as results go. I had a meeting with Garn yesterday where he talked me through what he wants to see as far as the coding and have some steps to work on in the next few weeks before meeting with
him again. I like Garn a lot–he seems to have a ton of trust in me and definitely strokes my ego but he’s also pretty realistic but our relationship is evolving to the point to where I’m looking forward to seeing him and we have a normal conversation about the real world.

In relation, the ph.d application process is in progress. In fact, today I should finish enough stuff to consider being on the downslope of the whole process and although there is some trepidation still, I’m starting to feel cautiously optimistic about the whole goddamn endeavor. I was bitching about some aspects of it yesterday and Chris reminded me that the ph.d is just academic hazing and they want you to be pushed in the process and it was a good reminder for me–I need to not get caught up in the silliness or injustice or the process and just go out and make it my bitch, as blunt as that may seem. That may include dropping a lot of money to take visits in the early spring, which is lurking nastily in the back of my mind.

The process is also interesting because of the natural reduction of schools, which is a bit unnerving but I guess a natural aspect. I had originally had a list of 5-6 schools but some professors at some institutions have literally not responded to my requests, which I interpret as a sign that 1)I don’t want to work with someone like that anyways  and 2)they probably don’t want ph.d students if they aren’t responding to those emails. So, the list, as of earlier this week, had dwindled to just FSU and UTK–in a random manner, however, KU reinserted themselves into the conversation mid-week, and quickly have risen to a dead heat with FSU, in terms of overall potential fit. I ended up having close to an hour long conversation with a prof at KU this week and most of it was just the two of us going back and forth about the pervasiveness of sports and how it’s a fascinating research topic. It was really fun. On the flip side, I had a conversation with a second professor at UTK and it was awful–the guy was nice enough but didn’t seem to really give a fuck, and the conversation lasted barely ten minutes. So, that helps crystallize the direction I want to go, as far as UTK is concerned.

It’s still frustrating and annoying because I have to present this air of compartmentalization with my process and I have to keep reminding myself that my goal is just to get into a program and if that means I have to get a little creative in my personal statement with regards to my research interests, I’m fine with that. I’m all over the map with that shit anyways. I think, in a traditional academic sense, I’m not really suited for a ph.d program–but, in a 2013-sense, I think I am.

There is a huge need for me to stay focused this month and start really thinking creatively about my back-up plans and my overall next steps. With the comfort of my life right now, it’s really easy to get complacent and not do things like save money. Ha!

Rae got engaged this week. I knew it was going to happen, or I feel like I’ve known it was going to happen for about a year, since she drunkenly called me last December and was clearly alluding to her fear that a proposal was coming. There’s a small sense of loss there, although I think I’m mature enough at this point to not be derailed by it. She still, to this day, I think is the only girl who knows most of my story and is also willing to stand up to me and call me on my shit. Good for her.

Mom

Mom became a mother over 70 years ago on this day. She was 22 years old, living more than 2000 miles from her family in Ohio. There was family support from Dad’s side. One of his aunts came to stay with them for a couple of weeks after I was born to help out. Yes, it’s my birthday! Mom gave me a birthday card yesterday and wrote ‘To my first-born son’ on it. It’s an appellation I carry with pride.

Mom had had some ideas of a career, but she quit college to marry my father and follow him wherever he went. I don’t think it was ever an issue that she might be the one to lead. It was the tenor of the times. The real women’s movement didn’t get rolling for another 15 years.

Mom’s leadership has been more subtle. She did her duty and took care of 6 children while my father went off to work every day. But when I look at my values and where they came from, I find that many things I do now align closely with what I now see is her approach to life. Not to minimize Dad. But I’ve done several appreciations of him in this blog (here, here, and here) and not one of Mom.

So, I want to appreciate Mom. She pays attention to her surroundings and takes action based on what she sees. She doesn’t wait for a crisis to develop, she heads it off. It’s a trait that I’ve noticed in myself that has stood me in particularly good stead in a professional environment and it came from her.

I don’t remember asking her, but I think it’s likely that she learned to sew as a young child. She was a child of the Depression. Her family wasn’t poor, but they weren’t rich by any stretch. I’m sure she wore lots of hand-me-downs from her older sister. She didn’t have her own bedroom until she was in high school.

As I was growing up, I took for granted that she made all kinds of things from cloth: dresses, shirts, aprons, napkins, blankets, you name it! It wasn’t high style, but it was functional. And I don’t believe any of us were embarrassed to wear the clothes she made. I remember going to the store and looking through Simplicity patterns with her. That was her wheelhouse.

I think it was some time in the ’70s that she got a high end sewing machine that could do lots of fancy stitches and the like. Before that, it was just her trusty SInger.

She hasn’t done much sewing in the last decade or so. Nevertheless, her sewing room is still fully outfitted and ready to go. I’m sure it gets used regularly, but only for small projects and repairs now. I sneaked in there yesterday and took this picture:

The wall storage, work surfaces and shelves were all built by Dad to her specifications.

When Sepi and I meet people and we talk about our families, we are always proud to talk about Mom. How  she’s in her 90s and in good health, and how independent she is. Come to think of it, we don’t say much about her sewing. Maybe it’s too subtle.

Thanks, Mom, for all the subtlety. You’ve been a quiet leader my whole life and I appreciate it!

Zach speaks

Apropos my recent post on ten years, I looked up a Zach journal entry today. It’s short. From 2014.

November 16, Weekly Reviewage

My long elusive week of kick-assery finally arrived, in the form of a 53.75 hour week, which is a full five hours longer than any I’ve recorded this fall. It as a pretty simple formula- getting shit done on a Saturday and doing enough on Mon-Wed to counter some lower totals on Thurs-Fri.
The major jump is in research, as I’ve really been going hard at this project with both a lot of time on the lit review and with interviews and transcribing and whatnot. One noticeable trend is the significantly lower amounts of time I’m spending on classes and schoolwork- that’s mainly me not spending as much time on stats. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve hit a wall with it or because there isn’t as much useful “work” to do on it but it’s a bit worrisome when considering what next semester will look like, when I assume I’ll have more real work, as well as more schoolwork. I guess the bright side is I have a better understanding of what I have to do for teaching, so that will (hopefully) be a bit less time consuming.

Apropos of nothing, here is a photo of Zach’s desk as I found it, a little more than 24 hours after his death.

Ten years

I marked ten years yesterday. No one said or otherwise communicated about it to me. It’s only my human obsession with round numbers, really. I don’t have anything profound to contribute. Just a sigh. By one measure it’s a long time. By others, not so much.

Zach’s presence has receded into the background. I still have my ‘Z’ in my medicine cabinet that I look at every day. I’m pretty sure the ‘Z’s that I put up around Davies Hall are still there. Most do not know what they are for, I’m sure. I went looking for some pictures of them. I remember taking them, but now I can’t find them. Grrr . . .

Thinking about ‘what would Zach do’ or wishing for his advice or perspective has pretty much stopped. We are all so different from ten years ago. Guessing what his life arc would have been is futile. Sad, of course, because of all the great potential that was there.

Not to say that I don’t think about it from time to time. I’ve been struggling to find ways to make this blog relevant and I think getting back to Zach might be a way forward. I haven’t looked at his journals for a long time.

In the words of Paul Simon, ‘Preserve your memories; they’re all that’s left you.’

Roger – Part II

*** you really should read part I first. This won’t make a lot of sense otherwise. ***

In the early days, we had a little difficulty understanding what each of our roles were. I finally had to tell him he was not allowed to operate any of the equipment. He was used to giving verbal explanations and I insisted that he write up his ‘designs’ before we worked on them. We had a big table that we used for a desk. It was kind of like a dorm room with a line down the middle sometimes! It felt a little silly sometimes when he sat at the same desk as me and typed out directions which he then handed to me. Believe me, though, it helped when a few hours later we had to set up on stage and he wasn’t always around. We had a document we could refer to. I think it helped to clarify his ideas, too.

Anyway, I think Roger saw the value in the process. It was a Union house after all! He realized pretty quickly that I knew what I was doing and he was able to concentrate not just on designing for shows, but improving the inventory and quality of the department. He interfaced with management (John Priest) and got a budget line which we talked over before he spent the money. I had the ability to write POs for supplies without having to ask him each time. I know I spent a lot of money at Zack Electronics which was just a couple of blocks away on Market Street.

We also worked closely with ProMedia, a sound company with offices in the China Basin building on Berry just off Third Street. Roger had been an early adopter in San Diego of the PA speakers manufactured by John Meyer’s new company, Meyer Sound. ProMedia became a dealer of Meyer sound speakers and did very well with them for many years. Meyer Sound is now recognized as an industry leader. ProMedia eventually merged with the Grateful Dead’s sound company Ultrasound. They are still big users of Meyer Sound equipment.

We got some very early Meyer speakers and we got Schoeps microphones which were very exotic at the time. Even today, they are not used much in live audio except by ProMedia. I think ProMedia has some of that original batch of Schoeps mics still in their stock.

In addition to improving the SFO Sound inventory, we got involved in improving the program and page system in the Opera House itself. It had been neglected for many years and was failing. When building management saw that we knew what we were doing, they allowed us to make changes in that system. Roger ran interference with, and secured funding from, the Chief Engineer and City management, at that time Beth Murray. We stayed on the Opera payroll to do all the work with John Priest’s acquiescence. The dressing rooms could hear the program and the Stage Manager’s calls too!

On the stage, we had a major challenge starting in 1983 with a new production of Richard Wagner’s Ring cycle. Roger had been in touch with director Jean Perre Ponelle and together they developed lots of ideas for this new production. Management supported us by giving us money for not only new speakers and microphones but also a new control booth.

By now, we had established that one of the stocks in trade for any Opera sound department was thunder. Roger contacted Randy Thom of Skywalker Sound (Apocalypse Now) and got copies of tapes of real thunder. Remember, nothing was digital then! All of our sound cues had to be prepared to run on reel to reel tape machines. Roger did all the prep work creating those cues.

In the Ring, Roger and Ponelle used our speakers and microphones to modify the sounds of some of the singers who sang from offstage. This was the type of thing that had been anathema to the previous General Director, Kurt Herbert Adler. Roger successfully managed the transition to a more modern outlook.

I don’t remember the exact year, but I believe it was 1983, that the Opera produced a concert in the SF Civic Auditorium featuring the Opera Orchestra and Luciano Pavarotti. Roger handled all the details of the sound system and micing techniques resulting in a very successful presentation in a large hall. Pavarotti and his manager were very impressed – as was Opera management – and soon Pavarotti, with Roger handling the sound systems, were presenting concerts in very large arenas around the world. For the most part, I was not involved in those.

My memories of the second half of the decade are not as strong. The 1985 complete Ring cycle was the high point. We had a stable crew and facility. Sound requirements for a particular opera would arise and, if Roger was unavailable as he more and more was, we were importuned to come up with a ‘design’. Roger had established the criteria and we followed them.

I left the Opera in 1990 to move to Grass Valley. Roger hung on for a while but he was eventually deemed unnecessary by Opera management. I was busy with my young family and the need to make a living so we lost touch with each other.

*** Eventually, I hope to add a Part III, which would be some detailed comments about some of the significant shows Roger and I did in the 1980s. ***

Roger – Part I

Roger Gans died a couple of months ago. I heard about it from Gus, who had seen it on Facebook. Roger’s daughter Caitlyn had shared the news.

I have to go back a ways to set the scene for my meeting with Roger. I had been working as a stage technician at Flint Center on the DeAnza campus until June 1978 when I was laid off following the passage of Proposition 13. At that time, there was a casino building boom in Reno. A lot of my theatre friends had gotten jobs at the big ‘Hello Hollywood’ show at the MGM Grand there so I went up and applied for a job.

I didn’t get hired at the MGM but I got in at the Sahara Reno. The Del Webb Corporation was building a new hotel and casino in downtown Reno. There was a showroom, but also a smaller room and a convention space with some meeting rooms. Of course there were slots and tables for gamblers.

All of this needed sound systems and that was what I wanted to do. Mostly at the Sahara I was tending to broken microphones in the pits.

Anyway, the whole thing was over extended and not really ready for the business they thought they were going to have. I got laid off again in September. This was after moving lock stock and barrel to Reno.

Word on the street was that the Stagehands’  Local 16 in San Francisco needed sound people so I went down there and got work immediately. Not sound work, but work. Perrie Dodson was in the Union office and I had worked with Perrie when he had been bringing the Symphony down to Flint in previous years.

I took whatever they had for me – mostly carpenter jobs: midnight turnaround crew at the Opera House, SF Civic Light Opera shows at the Orpheum – but kept telling Perrie and Eddie that I was a sound man and wanted to work sound.

In December 1979, the Golden Gate Theatre was reopened as a Broadway road house (Chorus Line, in its first national tour! I worked the load in.) Jim Wright had been doing the sound for the SF Opera but he moved to the Golden Gate. I now knew there was an opening.

In March, the Opera went to the Palace of Fine Arts for their Spring Opera season. I got the call, but Tim Morgan, from the SFO electric crew, had been designated as the sound man. This was consistent with the way the Local 16 had staffed sound positions for many years. Tim was a neighbor of Eddie Powell in Tiburon. I was still a carpenter.

Tim was (and is) a great guy, but he knew nothing about sound. Roger Gans was already the sound designer for the Opera and got quite frustrated when Tim couldn’t put together what Roger wanted.

After Spring Opera ended, Roger made a fuss to John Priest, the Opera’s Technical Director. John went to Eddie and asked him to send him someone better. Enter me!

In July, Eddie sent me over to the Opera House to replace Jim Wright as the sound man. What he didn’t tell me was that Jim Wright had been a part time sound person, also filling roles in the electric department. I just dove into the sound world, ignoring the electrics. George Pantages, the head Electrician, let me go on and eventually replaced me on his crew. (I was technically under George at that time.) Jim had finagled a storage location in an unused room in the basement so I spent a lot of time down there organizing it.

One day, this guy shows up at this room and introduces himself to me. It’s Roger. I had actually met Roger before but I did not know him at all. He was associated with Dan Dugan but had also worked with Dick Garretson and the Beach Blanket Babylon people. Dick used to come down to Flint for the Nutcrackers we did at that time.

Those were the days when smoking was permitted inside buildings and Roger smoked a certain kind of cigarette called Sherman’s. They were pretty vile. Roger always went out in the hallway to smoke which I appreciated. Not much by today’s standards but nice for the time.

We were about the same age. I think Roger was a little older.

We both were passionate about sound, especially theatre sound. Roger worked for the Old Globe Theatre Company in San Diego. He had worked closely with composer Conrad Susa on many productions of Shakespeare there over the previous few years.

He had gotten in at the Opera a couple of years before and had chafed at the difficulty getting his designs executed with antiquated equipment and under qualified sound men.

*** To be Continued in Part II ***

Telegraph Hill

When we first moved to our condo in the shadow of Telegraph Hill, I was of course aware of Coit Tower at the top of it. One of the things we did pretty early on was to walk up there via the famous Filbert Steps. The hill is pretty steep on the east side! I don’t know how many steps, but it’s a few hundred, I’m sure. And the hill is way too steep for any kind of street.

I wasn’t until a couple of months ago that we got a coffee table book detailing the history of our neighborhood, usually called the North Waterfront.

 

I knew that much of the San Francisco waterfront is land fill since the Gold Rush but I really hadn’t thought much about where the land fill came from. In the book is a drawing showing what was then called ‘Signal Hill’ coming right down to the beach along San Francisco Bay.

Reading further into the book, I discovered that Signal Hill was considered a prime source for landfill. In fact, for 20 years or so there was an actual quarry right along the east side of the hill.

Nowadays, you can see the outline of the original hill if you look at it from out on the Embarcadero. Our condo is in the white building on the right mid distance. The Filbert steps are just out of the picture on the left.

Walking up Chestnut Street, you can find a spot right next to the cliff that is the east side of Telegraph Hill now. Here are some views of that spot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These views are looking south, southwest and west. Pretty steep cliff!

When we were looking for condos in the neighborhood, we looked at an apartment in the building just at the edge of the picture on the left. Looking out the living room window, there was a perfect close up view of that cliff. No thanks!

Where we live now doesn’t have a great view like we had in Brisbane. We are only on the second floor so we hear a lot of street noise but the windows are south facing and the sun comes in filtered by the trees most of the year. We like it a lot!

 

Dad the list maker

I only have one photo to support my thesis, but I’m going ahead anyway. Here’s the photo:

This is a view of the interior of the furnace closet. All the notations are in Dad’s writing documenting the dates on which he had changed the furnace filter.

He had installed a water softener not long after we moved to the Santa Clara house. The water softener uses salt pellets which periodically have to be added to a barrel in the garage. That system has been replaced at least once in the 60+ years and the one now in use is 15 or 20 years old. The lid of the salt barrel is filled with similar notations of when he had added salt pellets. It’s even more dramatic looking than the furnace closet.

In Mom’s car at this very moment, I am sure – without looking, I’m at home as I write this – there is a little book with notations showing every gasoline purchase since the car was new. She has faithfully carried on this tradition of Dad’s for years now. I’m not as sure that she is keeping the service records there as Dad did.

For many years, I carried on this tradition in my own vehicles as well. I finally realized that there was no benefit to me so I stopped. I can look at credit card records if I have to although I can’t use them to calculate mileage, as he did. I am guilty of occasionally putting dates on things that I use: ibuprofen, laundry detergent, potato chips, toothpaste, for example, so that I can gauge how long they actually last. Perhaps that was Dad’s motivation. I prefer to think that he was a scientist to the bone and always wanted to work from a position of factual knowledge.

To be fair, I never saw dates written on any perishables at our house growing up. Perhaps, with 6 kids, things got used up so fast it didn’t matter.

San Francisco streets

Since moving into the City, I’ve made it a habit to rehearse the order of the names of the streets as I go places. Despite them being literally next door, I still get Greenwich and Filbert mixed up. They both have stairs up Telegraph Hill. Filbert is more famous, probably because it is a bit nicer. Greenwich is closer to our place on Lombard.

After Filbert, heading into (what we still call) the Financial District, there is Union, Green, Vallejo and Broadway.

Today Sepi and I walked to our dentist, who is at 450 Sutter. Once on the downtown grid, every corner can be a choice as the distances all come out the same. Some blocks go up hills, though, so generally we go down Sansome for a while to get around the shoulder of Telegraph Hill. Whether the day is warm or cool often determines which side of the street we walk on. Today, before the low clouds burned off, we turned up Washington to skirt (what is still called) the Transamerica Building then going down Montgomery to Sacramento then Grant then Sutter.

What is really interesting to me now are the alleys.

Maiden Lane by Union Square is (or was) famous. Hotaling Place is lesser known but has a cool 1906 story. Leidesdorff Street has a nice mural.

Today, walking towards home on Grant, we saw an alley with no sign. Down at the end was a sign for a restaurant: The Irish Bank. Around the corner, I spied the other end of the alley – it takes a turn at the restaurant – which was named Mark Lane. Is it Mark Lane all the way through? No, according to Google Maps, the other part is Harlan Place. We asked at the restaurant but they didn’t know.

Another block farther on, we walked down Belden Place, which sported at least a half dozen restaurants in its single block. Pretty busy, too, at lunch hour. I’ve never even heard of Belden Place before today.

Many of the streets we walked on today I have driven on but we really enjoy going slow and looking at everything: the buildings entrances and decorations, the store windows, the people. I got a book once from the library that talked about all the San Francisco street names and how they got that way but it works better for me to do it organically. If I stand in a place and know the history, I can remember it better. It’s not as much fun to just jam facts into my brain to be spewed forth later.

Our (try to be) daily walks are often out on the Embarcadero. Certain places on the Embarcadero have brass plaques in the sidewalk with stories about the intersecting streets.

Francisco, Chestnut, Lombard, Greenwich, Filbert, Union . . .

Going the other way: Battery, Sansome, Montgomery, Kearney, Grant, Stockton, Powell, Mason, Taylor . . .

I’ve got to keep at it!

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Addendum: We went out onto the Embarcadero today and I got a picture of one of the plaques I was talking about. It was for Green Street. There are actually six plaques set into the sidewalk. The top two show the name of the street and the direction to it from where we are standing.

The middle two show an image of Mr Green and tell Mr Green’s story. It basically says Mr Green was actually someone else with another name.

At the bottom is a final word. The seagull shit is such a San Francisco touch!

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