Gold, Chapter Sixteen
“Why didn’t I know about this?” asked the Supervisor. She was standing behind her desk in her City Hall office, looking down at a copy of The SF Lightning Bolt.…
“Why didn’t I know about this?” asked the Supervisor. She was standing behind her desk in her City Hall office, looking down at a copy of The SF Lightning Bolt.…
By Steven J. Moss Chester scooped up a litter of glass on the sidewalk, carefully placing the particles in a plastic bag. “Extra, extra!” Pete called out, as he strode…
“Man,” said Chester, as he entered the nursery. “Huge snow storm last night.” “How many did they get this time,” asked Maggie, who was rearranging garden ornaments that hadn’t sold…
Donald Trump’s vanquishing of a football team’s worth of Republican Party presidential candidates has prompted intense reflection on how it happened, much of which lands on the same question: can…
Jordan bounced on his ball chair and hummed to himself as he checked the latest feeds on his iPhone. Sennheiser headphones were clamped over his ears; three silent computer screens…
Change is a bitch. Or maybe more like a cheetah, stalking us from tall weeds. Once, on safari in Tanzania, I saw a cheetah stealthily tracking and killing an antelope,…
“Mr. Mayor, your 3 p.m. is here. John Crocket and Specialty Development Group.” Nash stood, hands clasped at his waist, in front of William Wong’s large desk. The mayor didn’t…
Hamilton, which opened on Broadway last summer, and has been sold-out ever since, offers a spirited remedy to the current milieu of bigotry, nativism, classism and nascent apathy. The musical…
SOMArts Cultural Center – which provides space and production support to more than 100 nonprofit events, and offers no- and low-cost art exhibitions, performances, and classes – hired Maria Jenson…
“Chester’s not here,” said Maggie, glancing up from the cash register counter towards the wooden entry door, which had clattered open. She was bent at the waist, paging through the…
I was born into privilege. Not the wealthy kind. My parents, struggling to raise five kids on my father’s aerospace engineer’s salary, cut coupons, dressed us in off-brand on-sale items,…
“Have you heard of Henrietta Lacks?” Stephanie was slumped in the bean bag chair, staring at the ceiling. The fog from Nash, Justin, and Jordan’s marijuana exhalations was fading as…
“What can I get you?” asked Justin. “I have a few nice Sativas, but if you’re looking for something soothing I have an Indica. Or maybe a bit of both!…
Numerous tales told over many centuries tell of enchanting creatures that used to roam the earth. Ogres, faeries, and dwarfs continue to animate modern-day narratives, in such books and films…
“So, what have we here?” Pete exclaimed. Pete had encountered Justin, trailed by Nash, Stephanie, and Jordan, just inside The Connecticut Yankee’s short corridor entryway, next to a wooden shelving…
More than 30 years have passed since photographer Barbara Martz was robbed, raped and knifed to death in her home near 25th and Texas streets. In late-January a jury convicted…
My earliest memory of visiting a doctor was created when I was four years old. I had a wart on my index finger, which made it hard to properly hold…
“Geez, I thought these guys might hangout someplace, I dunno, gayer,” said Jordan. He and Stephanie were at the entrance to The Connecticut Yankee, in Potrero Hill. The bar-eatery was…
Not long after the arrival of the mass market automobile, which enabled the creation of suburbs stretching long distances away from central cities, land use planners sounded the alarm about…
“So, what do we got?” asked Stan, as he jabbed at a Surface tablet. He was sitting at the head of a glass conference table, on the fifth floor of…
There’s an expression, that one shouldn’t “make perfect the enemy of the good.” It’s the cousin of “the devil is in the details” and the granddaughter of “change is on…
Shooting Last month, a gun detection system recorded multiple gunshots fired somewhere between Watchman Way and Missouri Street. San Francisco Police Department officers responded to the scene, and found a…
“Oifff,” exclaimed Nash, as he pulled his keys and wallet out of his pocket and dumped them in a bright blue bowl sitting on the bedroom dresser. “Hard day with…
For the past four months the View has published experts from Gold, a serialized tale of politics, capitalism, and corruption in San Francisco. In this issue the first three chapters…
Housing is today’s top conversational topic at upper middle class dinner parties in San Francisco. It’s displaced jockeying over whose been to the best, most recently opened, restaurant; discussions over…