Writing about Cazadero from Palm Springs seems weird as I look up at a sunbaked rocky mountainside while trying to conjure memories of that place on Austin Creek deep in the primordial shade of giant Redwoods. Maybe not so weird though as there are some profound linkages to be made between places, and not just that they have both greatly impacted me. There are other things that tie them together. … [Read more...] about CAZADERO

Even the brand is a distant memory now. Known as a Jackaroo in Australia, a word that essentially means cowboy—though what cows and “roos” have in common is beyond me—but hey it’s Oz—they make their own rules in the land of the ridiculous girly-man “ute” (just think El Camino if you’ve never been down under). Incidentally, Jackaroo is also the name of a memorable gay porn flick, but I digress. … [Read more...] about TROOPER

Middle-aged, burned out and bored. It’s time to try something different. I have always loved writing, and have been told at various times that I’m not bad at it—though I wasn’t a big reader until my 30s. I had a memorable college professor in design school that used to say: “if you can’t write, you can’t think.” I must write about her one day—she was quite a character who led what I would call a … [Read more...] about ME

Hermann is a short little street, only four blocks long, that most cab drivers don’t even know by name. It dead ends into Duboce Park, but isn’t officially within the Duboce Triangle neighborhood. In fact as far as I know it isn’t officially within any named San Francisco neighborhood—a city made up very much of named neighborhoods. It’s an edge, an intersection, in between, an outlier with an … [Read more...] about Duboce Triangle