Here it is in the Great DMV Parking Lot of the EaPA (East of Panhandle Area):
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Here’s the reverse angle – man that’s one biiiiig dumpster:
Why, DMV, why?
I remember when Halloween in the 415 was pretend scary instead of DMV scary.
The stage at 16th, Market, and Noe. A kid from one of San Francisco’s housing projects got mad and shot nine people a little later on this particular evening. Nobody died though:
The Raiders and Niners fans what showed up were generally better behaved than the actual fans at the stadiums:
An ocean of people at 17th, Market and Castro, a few years back:
Except when it is a crime.
Actually, just riding your bike through the Fell Street DMV parking lot is a crime unless there’s a sign saying it’s OK to do so and, sadly, there’s no such sign.
Anyway, today’s show must go on:
It looked just like this in 2012, at the second annual. Good times:
Open containers of alcohol, that is.
It looks exactly like this – note the bottle of Jack:
Oh, and there’s a “no smoking” law here as well, if you catch my drift, man.
All’s I’m saying is that the cops don’t enjoy this exercise neither.
So why not do as they want and just put your booze in a giveaway plastic water bottle?
Now you’re protecting your juice AND making the cops happy.
This concludes What It Looks Like When “The Man” Patrols Golden Gate Park
A building next to 1939′s Russian Center came down a few years back to reveal this:
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“Physical Culture?” (Sounds like a major for a jock from Stanfoo, actually.) Turns out that when you add in “studio” that it’s grizzled prospector talk for “gym.”
Anyway, the whole joint looks like it’s from the Mission or the SoMA.
Check it out, next time your about the eastern slopes of Trader Joe’s Hill…