Duck & Cover!

Friday The air is chilly on this early, quiet San Francisco morn. The seasonal cold wet blast which creeps annually down from the north has officially arrived. And once again, the smell of fir has begun to sporadically permeate these

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Ophelia’s Cats

Thursday Noon: I’m rolling west up Market, empty, in Citizen’s Cab #26, when, “DING!” My iPhone chimes with an IM… Hey! It’s Christian! Note: Best friend, Spermula band mate, and fellow (albeit, night) cabbie. “Golden?” it reads, simply. This is

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