[via Talent Is An Asset]
Reader Brigid H. recently came upon this shot of her grandparents from waaaay back in the day. (Back when Dolores Park was cool, jkjk.)
Local nightlife historian David Enos takes a look back at happier times:
Edinburgh Castle, 2010. There used to be many “hot spots” in town. Uptown, El Rio, Hemlock, Elbo Room, Make-Out Room, Latin American, the Knockout. You usually walked in and spotted several friends right away, or people you had seen around, wanted to meet, and were soon having drinks with. A few years later it is an entirely remade city. Everywhere is crammed full of unremarkable strangers. [link]
I feel the same way sometimes. But maybe it’s just that David and I are in our 30s now and our friends are married and boring or moved to New York (or both), and we’re too old to try to meet new people. I dunno.
Mostly I just love this picture.
Way back in ’08, when beloved longtime local news anchor Dennis Richmond was set to retire, everybody went nuts. We did a post about some portraits people had done to honor him, which led to our discovery of this gem on Flickr:
Such a great Dennis Richmond portrait — and itself just a killer photo, right!?
AND THEN, GET THIS, years later, I was partying at Thee Parkside and had a CHANCE ENCOUNTER with the two sisters in the photo! I couldn’t believe it! I told them what a big fan I was, we did some Jäger shots — and then we recreated the photo, with me as Dennis Richmond:
(I never posted about this development before, but I found this pic the other day while putting together my album of Mission Hill Saloon/Unresolved Love Life of Evelyn Lee memories.)
Dennis Richmond rules!
More or less trippy than a double-decker freeway cutting through Hayes Valley in the early ’90s?
[via Telstar Logistics]
And check out this menu, from way back in the ’60s:
I love this pic! That’s Hayes Street at Gough. There’s a double-decker freeway where my friend Trusha’s pilates studio is now! And there’s a Moishe’s Pipic where Moishe’s Pipic used to be!
Dang I miss Moishe’s Pipic. And sometimes I still miss the Fell Street offramp, which I guess has been gone for over a decade now. (Good thing I can still experience it virtually thank to this home movie I made on its final day of existence.)
Reader Britta writes in to let us know about a writeup she did on the old (abandoned?) Mission Police Station on 17th Street near Treat. I’ve always wanted to check out the interior, but never had the chance. Anyone know what’s going on in there now? Last I heard Tracy Chapman was thinking of buying it, and had maybe done some recording in there. Britta suggests that it may currently be owned by an entertainment industry management firm. Sounds spooky.
[image via Google Street View]
[photograph via UC Berkeley, Bancroft Library]
In my early days living in the city, I liked to walk home from SF State like this: north along the Muni tracks into West Portal, up over Forest Hill and down into the 9th and Irving area (where I’d stop for a slice or a cookie or a loaf of bread at Arizmendi), past Kezar Stadium, down Haight Street to Toronado (where I’d stop for a pint or three) (they were $2.50 back then!), then down Church Street and up to the bench at the crest of Dolores Park (where I’d stop and do some homework), and then along some more Muni tracks to 21st or 22nd Streets (in what’s called “Dolores Heights” or the “Liberty Hill Historic District” depending on your map) where I’d turn left and head down into the Mission.
I had lots of favorite sights along that route, but this weird Muni-only thoroughfare with high walls between Liberty and 21st just really visually struck me every time I saw it. So after a while I started taking a picture of it every time I passed by, and I compiled them into a PowerPoint. (David Byrne popularized the idea of PowerPoint as art about 10 years ago; I was into it too.)
Soon after, I graduated and stopped walking that route, and then I got busy with work (and blogging) and forgot all about it. Some years later, I was visiting my sister at my parents’ house in Sacramento and she proposed we go to (and participate in) a “multimedia open mic night” at the Villanova House performance space in Davis. I dug through some old boxes I’d put into storage in their basement, found some SF State-era thumb drives and my old Minidisc player, and improvised this “multimedia open mic” performance:
Then Primo ‘grammed this photo the other day and got me reminiscing all over again.
(Oh and it was also along those tracks that I took the photo that became the first Mission Mission post ever.)