Valencia Street

So we were fine, but since she was going to be in town for the opening of the George and Mike Kuchar show at Second Floor Projects, we agreed to meet for dinner to catch up and further clean the air.

At the Sunflower on Valencia Street over vegetarian crepes and sweet and sour soup, we talked about our mothers.

how everyday barf was inspired by Eileen's guilt about not urging her mother to come stay with her at this faboo place she was renting in Provincetown.

Eileen said she could see herself living with her mother, how that wouldn't feel like a loser thing at all.

Apart from the large brick buildings so damaged and the numerous wooden shanties destroyed, the most striking manifestations of the power of the shock were to be found in its effect upon the earth itself, here and there in various parts of the city.

On Valencia Street, near 19th, about a mile southwest of the city hall, stood the Valencia Street Hotel, a four-story wooden structure.

The earthquake spilled it out into the street.

From the windows of its upper story the guests stepped out onto the car track, but in the rooms below some twenty persons were crushed to death.

On Howard Street, two blocks away, just beyond the fire line, a row of houses leaned drunkenly on each other for support.

Through here ran Willow Creek years ago, and even yet perhaps some of the waters find their outlet beneath the loose soil which has been placed on the old bed.

It was on this filled soil that the Valencia Street Hotel stood, as well as the leaning houses on Howard Street.

When the earthquake shook things up, the whole fill settled a little more compactly and slid a few feet along the course of the creek.

Yeah, for sure.

Also, there's like an e-bike specific bike shop on Valencia Street now called New Wheel.

They've been doing 100 percent e-bikes for a long time.

It's primarily commuter and e-cargo bikes and stuff.

And so probably from when my dad got sober, which is when I was like four, to around when he got married to my stepmother, which would be maybe four years later, I went to meetings with him because I split my time between my parents and neither of my parents could afford babysitters.

So my dad used to go to vets AA meetings at 1010, which was a meeting room on Valencia Street in San Francisco.

And at that time, I'm sure this is still the case, but there were a particularly large number of combat vets of this age because of the Vietnam War.

Something like 60% plus of the homeless people in San Francisco were vets.

But even at a more...

When I was biking here, Valencia Street was alive with folks.

Things are happening all the time in the city.

It's incredible to be in San Francisco right now.