Chris Colin just got in touch to tell us about a piece of his just published at SF Gate:
Randy Robinson was an intelligent, wonderfully demented man I came to know when I rented him my office space in the Mission. Randy’s oddness toed the line of inappropriateness, and soon many of the other folks in the shared office wanted him gone. The strange, sad events that followed struck me as a micro version of the friction that’s flared up in the Mission and million other communities in recent years — the productive and uptight versus the marginal and odd. Both sides were sympathetic here, as is often the case in Mission disputes, but the end result was unambiguously heartbreaking.