It was, you might say, the last breakfast. On a summer Saturday in 2020, dozens of family...
Few who end up in the hospital are likely to be thinking about whether there’s a sufficient,...
SENIOR BEAT GUEST COLUMN – Many years ago, I spent a year baking desserts in a restaurant...
Seated in the backroom of a café on Polk Street, Kevagne Kalisch leans against the wall and...
When his mother, Lucrezia, was diagnosed with cancer, then 25-year-old Frankie Gaetano Balistreri cared for her at...
It’s an overcast summer morning, and Chrisie Giordano is leading a tour of Golden Gate Park’s Japanese...
If you think dollhouses are just for children, you haven’t met the artisans and collectors, like Margaret...
SENIOR BEAT GUEST COLUMN – Even though I’m 78 years old, I have resisted seeing myself as...
Seventy-one-year-old Richard Marino is on the cusp of retirement. And it’s making him anxious. He’s gone through...
He was in the sixth grade and really wanted to be in the school band. But his...
Lauren McNamara makes sure to remember where the regular clientele at Sam’s Grill like to sit. She...
LeBeau Market calls itself Nob Hill’s Community Grocery Store, where you can get almost everything: from Lay’s...
Summers for Deborah Drysdale meant idyllic days at her grandparents’ cattle ranch in the Blue Ridge mountains...
Jonah Raskin was 10 in 1952, during the height of the anti-communist fervor of the Cold War....
If you’d been walking along one of the steepest streets in San Francisco one sunny afternoon in...
Eve Maher hands out programs to visitors boarding the SS Jeremiah O’Brien for a tour and memorial...
A SENIOR BEAT GUEST COLUMN – My correspondence with Jutta Mengersen (now Brockhaus), the “World’s Ideal Pen...
When 17-year-old Jose Heriberto Garcia came courting the young girl who’d become his wife, his future mother-in-law...
SENIOR BEAT COLUMN: I got my first job in San Francisco nearly 40 years ago, in the...
A stained glass window by Bill and a "fishing" quilt Etta made for him adorn a hallway...
SENIOR BEAT COLUMN: I got my first job in San Francisco nearly 40 years ago, in the Flood Building at Market and Powell streets. A chubby, cheerful, uniformed lobby attendant pressed the elevator buttons for me. The lobby was marble and, oh wonderful, there was a Woolworth’s on the ground floor. I loved to sit ...
They met on the dance floor of the Avenue Ballroom on Taraval Street. Etta Hallock was an instructor, Bill Lafferty a student. She liked Bill because he wasn’t pompous like other men she had met. “He was just Bill.” He liked her because she didn’t hold too tight. Other women he’d dated didn’t like him ...
