Early on a Wednesday morning, while smoking a cigarette in front of his shop, Mekonnen Seyoum stops to chat. He’s dressed in a blue button-down shirt with a black mask pulled down his neck, showing his curly black and white beard. A tall paper cup of coffee is in his

On April 18, 1906, five-foot-deep holes cracked through Market Street and ate people whole like cavernous maws to hapless anchovies. Author David K. Randall recounts in Black Death at the Golden Gate how Howard Street’s American Hotel collapsed on firefighter James O’Neill, crushing him beneath. And, when the first intense

“Clue” opened on March 16th at the San Francisco Playhouse with an interactive twist. Director Susi Damilano enlisted professional puzzle-smith Matthew Stein for theater goers to enjoy before or after the show. It gave guests the chance to go sleuthing through the lobby to both uncover clues and enjoy the

It has been over 100 years since anyone was buried in San Francisco. In 1902, it became illegal to bury new bodies in the city, and by 1921, bodies were being moved to new land in Colma. By 1941 nearly all the cemeteries were gone, and largely forgotten.

I frequent Donut Shops. I only buy one Donut at a time and I only use coins, no bills or credit cards allowed…after scrounging around every hard-to-reach cavity in my car I was able to extricate just the exact amount, 125 cents…

Apologies are definitely in order for those readers who wanted earlier notice of what’s coming up this quarter at the Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive (hereafter BAMPFA).  For those who wanted to see the Andy Warhol rarity “My Hustler,” for example, they’ll just need to hope for another

“At first I found it to be a bit ironic living in Sonoma Wine Country sober, but I’ve come to realize that it’s all about your perspective.”

If ever there was a time for Australian legend Doris Fish and her circle’s story to be told, it is now.