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Rookie agreed. “That never happens!” he exclaimed happily. “But watch out for sneaker waves.”

“What’s a sneaker wave?”

“That’s a sneaker wave.” He pointed behind me at the sudden wall of water coming our way and quickly paddled out and over the rising swell. Contrary to my usual risk-­avers…

In my choice to let go of that apartment, there’s guilt that I still carry, if I choose to examine it. It’s guilt that I didn’t cherish that San Francisco while I still could, or even appreciate my dad while he was still scribbling in his notebooks at Café Flore, which is now gone, like so many oth…

Four or five nights later I would find myself shivering on the back patio of a bar in Potrero Hill, soaked through with summer drizzle, huddling under a burner while the few people I knew in town caroused at a nearby table. Two jockish strangers, thinking me drunk and alone, started to hassle me. “…

We were all doomed, really, doomed without knowing it. We were like a species of an animal that was so comfortable in our habitat that we didn’t quite realize we would soon be hunted to extinc- tion. We drank at the 500 Club when it was an actual dive bar and not just marketed as a dive bar, blind …

San Francisco’s fate may be sealed. Her lovely weather and views, her small size that can be fenced off by a great wall (or uniformly high property values) may finally allow the wealthiest to claim it in its entirety. The new owners will get rid of the trash, the homeless, the poor, and the unsight…