Here are my earlier anthologies:
My Kansas Kronikles
My Mississippi Manifest Destiny
Midwestern Presidential Pathway
The few years that San Fransisco's Haight-Ashbury was a hippie mecca, roughly from 1967-1969, keeps bringing young people back to the neighborhood between Golden Gate and Buena Vista Parks.
Pictured on the upper right is where Haight and Ashbury meet. Like the rest of San Francisco, you won't find many chain or franchise outlets, so the Ben & Jerry's, where I bought a $4.50 cup of ice cream, is an anomaly.
$4.50! Cones are more.
Haight-Asbury has a lot of colorful murals that don't obscure another SF problem: trash. San Fransisco is a dirty city: For instance, the sidewalks are strewn with cigarette butts. San Francisco might be America's most literate city, but after reading a newspaper, apparently the next step is to toss it on the ground.
Some of the garbage I found on San Francisco sidewalks was just bizarre. After I felt that I saw enough on Haight, I walked north on Ashbury towards my hotel, and I came across a pile of plastic coat hangers and some books right in the middle of the sidewalk. One of the books was "The Kite Runner."
There may be a lot of pigs in San Francisco, but they are well-read pigs.
Related posts:
Mission San Francisco de Asís
San Francisco's sea lions
San Francisco's blues mural
San Francisco: Cable cars
Obama's economic stimulus "campaign sign" stains Yosemite National Park
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