Category Archives: Chinatown

Travis

Wentworth Alley Chinatown Thursday afternoon *** Too Blessed To Be Stressed I met Lee in 1997. He squatted at the bus stop shelter by my house in San Francisco‚Äôs Lower Haight. Lee was a tall, exceptionally fit brother, mid-to-late forties, with natty shoulder-length dreads and a long, scraggly beard to match. He was missing most […]

Beth

St. Louis Place Chinatown Thursday afternoon *** My grandfather was a writer. Well actually, he was a cop in San Francisco for most of his career. But really, he was a writer. I spent hundreds of foggy San Francisco mornings with him throughout my childhood, flying kites at the Marina Green, buying breadsticks on Chestnut […]