Once a year, as the day’s light develops its golden October hue, Castro Street takes on a look akin of yesteryear, when bronzed boys hung out of listing Victorians and a sea of the Eureka Valley’s villagers grooved amongst the beer gardens and cotton candy booths below. True, the

Shortly after I first moved to San Francisco I learned about Joshua Abraham Norton aka Emperor Norton I, the Gold Rush era eccentric who first declared that we should build a bridge from San Francisco to Oakland. Norton had lost all his money speculating on Peruvian Rice, and subsequently lost