Valerie’s House

I’m not the kind of person who gets all weepy about the plight of the poor and oppressed. On the other hand, poverty is something I understand from direct personal experience. When I was a kid my family was homeless for a period of time. We lived in a car, took sponge baths in gas … Continue reading Valerie’s House

Squeezing the Balloon

Yesterday I went to the Alameda flea market with some friends. It’s held on an old airfield at a decommissioned military base directly across the bay from San Francisco on Alameda Island. It’s warm and sunny, surrounded by water, has breathtaking views of the city, and has direct ferry service to the financial district. The … Continue reading Squeezing the Balloon