No. 110 - My Cousin & San Francisco
622 Words. 2 Minute Read.
I used to travel to San Francisco a few times each year for pleasure. I had a cousin who lived there and would let me crash on her couch. She was an artist who lived among antique typewriters, old furniture, and knick-knacks that were as organized as they were eclectic.
No. 56 - California Golf Club of San Francisco
2,021 Words. 8 Minute Read.
I walked in the front door to what reminded me of a gilded age mansion during the off-season; massive, historic, and classically unoccupied. Furniture, though sparse, was unpretentious and handsome. Weathered trophy cases hold artifacts that require a century's worth of history to acquire. Hand-painted maps of northern California reside above stately fireplaces, arched windows line long hallways, and an ornately decorated ballroom sat aristocratically empty. I felt like I was in a 19th-century bachelor pad for robber barons.