This week’s column for the S.F. Examiner:
“San Francisco is always changing. So are we.”
While I’m idling in gridlocked traffic on Third Street, trying to get my fare to the St. Francis, I read the advertisement on the wooden barricades shielding the construction at Moscone Center. The statement feels more like a threat than the typical “pardon our dust as we make improvements” disclaimer.
It’s hard not to feel uptight when “change” is used in the same sentence as “San Francisco.”
And yet, you can almost watch The City change before your very eyes — like the weather, when the fog rolls in on a sunny day and wraps itself around the top of the Pyramid like King Kong, or you turn a corner and the wind blows so cold you can’t even remember how it feels to be warm…
If you want to live in San Francisco, you have to accept the flux. And those city dwellers who want the urban life and end up displaced by all this change should just accept inevitability and move along, right?
That’s what an advertisement like the one at Moscone Center seems to be saying. Or at least that’s how it feels in a cab yard, after a long shift, when we’re standing around a dormant barbeque grill trying to make sense of what’s become of the taxi industry.
“I still believe things will turn around,” Colin says.
“Something’s gotta give,” Juneaux points out.
“Ah, fuck this… We’re all doomed,” Jesse decrees as he tosses his cigarette and returns to the office.
“It does feel rather hopeless,” I admit.
“Speaking of hope,” says Late Night Larry. “Have I told you guys the one about the male hooker and the missing $100 bill?”
No one turns down a story from Larry …
Read Larry’s story here.