Logic Is No Answer To Passion.

A City Is Where You Can Sign A Petition, Boo The Chief Justice, Fish Off A Pier, Gaze At A Hippopotamus, Buy A Flower At The Corner, Or Get A Good Hamburger Or A Bad Girl At 4 A.m. A City Is Where Sirens Make White Streaks Of Sound In The Sky And Foghorns Speak In Dark Grays. San Francisco Is Such A City.

A Good Column Is One That Sells Paper. It Doesn't Matter How Beautifully It Is Written And How Much You Admire The Author... If It Doesn't Sell Any Papers, It's Not A Good Column. It's A Terrible Yardstick To Use, But In The Newspaper Business, That's The Whole Thing.

The Clock Doesn't Matter In Baseball. Time Stands Still Or Moves Backwards. Theoretically, One Game Could Go On Forever. Some Seem To.

San Franciscans Have A Bond Of Self-satisfaction Bordering On Smugness.

Old San Francisco - The One So Many Nostalgics Yearn For - Had Buildings That Related Well To Each Other.