Last week the keepers of Jack Kerouac’s
“files” sold them to a library in New York. That’s
pretty funny. It set me to thinking about my own “files.”
Like most older San Franciscans, I’ve been trying to store
my Pulitzer/Nobel notes in various basements, garages &
closets around the country until I get around to converting
them to the prize novels that they certainly are.
There comes a time, however, when it may
behoove one to admit that there just might not be a bidding
war for your notes within the foreseeable future. Plus, there’s
the danger factor.
My own files now total something over 25
file cartons from around that many years of writing. I haul
them to a new location every few years during which time my
body weakens and the files grow and the danger of hernia
increases ... factors to be considered. I moved them in one of
the 90-gallon Golden Gate garbage toters (probably a hint as
to their eventual fate) a couple of weeks ago. I lay down next
to them to nap after my journey and a top one promptly fell
and landed next to my head! Ya think the Lawd is trying to
tell me something?
Whatever. There’s a job to do here. ...
San Francisco Politics. Yeah, I’ve still managed to find a
TV with Channel 26 and here’s my read of the landscape.
The faces of Elizabeth Goldstein
I hate wasting space on butt-heads but when
they are the current “points” in the bludgeoning of good
people, there isn’t much choice. Such is the case with S.F.
Mayor Willie Brown’s imported (from New York City) hit lady,
Director of Recreation & Parks Elizabeth Goldstein. She
showed two faces on the tube this week.
Face One was a kittenish, fawning, persona
for Mayor Brownbon AT&T’s “Willie Brown Show.” The
mayor tossed Goldstein lobs at the net on why his construction
buddies should build dog pens in parks around the city and
Goldstein seemed to blush in his presence. She slammed those
For the common folk, however, Goldstein had
nothing but fangs.
The Board’s Parks Committee meeting on the
21st was a veritable metaphorical bloodbath for the un-rich.
Cheered & chaired by Supervisor Leland Yee and seconded by
Tony (Dino-saur) Hall, Goldstein explained why it would be
necessary to close the 100-plus-year-old stables in Golden
Gate Park while renovation takes place. She bristled and fumed
at longtime boarders who literally wept for the horses who are
being hauled away with sometimes violent results in the
The hearing ... the animals ... the children
... the good people ... all summarily brow-beaten by the
Neanderthal Hall and the obsequious Yee was enough to turn the
stomach of any decent human being. Why the hell would they do
For location, location, location.
Heard that before? The pattern remains the
same. Let public structures on valuable public land fall into
disrepair. Evict the tenants, be they horses or golfers (see
Hardin as a gift to the PGA) or small boaters (see Marina
Harbor as an annex to the St. Francis Yacht Club). Then
rebuild the infrastructure with public cash & hand it over
on a 50-year-lease to the greedy bastards who gave the mayor
crumbs from their overflowing treasure chests.
I like to smoke weed and drink booze and try
to ID the archvillains as/if they appear before the various
committees. For the stables, I’m betting on the old bat I
call simply “leatherface.” She’s old and ugly and
weatherbeaten (looks a lot like me) and has the eyes of a
snake. She showed up a couple of weeks ago adorned in gold and
diamonds and allowed that she had experience in putting
together a few such enterprises and might just agree to build
the “world-class” facility that the city so desperately
needs to replace its “people’s” facility.
Watch when they say “world-class.” It is
shorthand (the same hand, no doubt) for the removal of
long-term tenants, be they sailors or golfers or horses or
renters. It means FOR THE RICH ONLY! They’ve used the term
from the Marina where Gavin Newsom reps the yachters to Hardin
Golf Course where the tee-up fees are scheduled to go into the
And they want poor kids of color to share
their new facilities.
Using poor and at-risk kids is perhaps the
cruelest trick in the mayor’s arsenal. I mean, damn, Willie
used to be black!
Yeah, Newsom wants them down in the Marina
more than anything. Just not this year.
They want them at Hardin. Just not right
Old leatherface brought up that poor black
kids could come and play polo at the new facility but laughed
(literally) when asked if it was her idea. Not hers, she
replied, but City Hall was in favor.
As we speak, Goldstein’s flunkeys are
selling off the equipment needed to maintain the stables. They’re
trying to teach us a little French. Everyone together now, can
you say “fait accompli”?
Gonzalez saves city millions with off-hand remark
The Board’s Finance Committee has become a
two-man railroad act. Chair Mark Leno and his accomplice Aaron
Peskin regularly ignore the good of the public as they
rubberstamp one Willie Brown deal after another. Peskin has
just about got all of Brown’s special assistants
reclassified as permanent Civil Service workers ... with
Sometimes, even in that environment the Matt
Gonzalez manages to pull down a rebound. It happened on the
The city rep (from the Real Estate Div? —
buy the boy a “rug,” Willie, he looks like one of those
lizards from the Budweiser commercial) ... the city rep was
explaining to the committee why the city needed to pay last
year’s inflated rental prices for a vacant building the
realtor was not willing to sell for under 12 million bucks. He
noted that any idea of buying the building was impractical and
doing an appraisal of the site would take “60 to 90 days.”
The usual Willie Brown line: You have to act
now without thinking and approve the project.
Leno thought it was a fine idea as did
Peskin. It was only after the “Gonzalligator” voted “no”
with a query as to why not look for a place elsewhere that
Peskin suddenly had an epiphany. It was as though he’d
suddenly seen his reflection in a mirror and realized he had
Whoa! said, the suddenly thoughtful Peskin.
Maybe we shouldn’t leave the hippie lawyer (Gonzalez) with
all the high ground. He changed stroke and agreed to wait for
a better deal.
Which took about 10 minutes! Suddenly, the
lizard with the bad comb-over and the cold, cold gaze was
back! It seemed that (as if by a miracle) he had accidentally
run into a representative of the owner of the building in the
audience and that the owner was willing to come down from his
purchase price of 12 million.
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