Filed under This City Makes Me Smile Every Day

New Beginnings in a New Hood

On Sunday I moved into a new spot in the city, opening up a whole new solar system of San Francisco, obviously filled with ridiculous experiences awaiting me. I mean, my new place is only a 10 minute walk from the Castro, which is a planet of entertainment on its own. My first smiles sparked … Continue reading

I LOVE My Mom Too!

Walking along Divisadero on a sunny Saturday morning, I decided to give my mom a ring as it had been ages since we last caught up. Since I’m obsessed with time efficiency, I decided to multi-task, with the first errand being grocery shopping. Yes, I was that annoying person at the check out who is … Continue reading

She’s Touching Me…..

Another bus full of tales is the 71. Mapping its course from the Financial District through the Haight then along Golden Gate Park, and off to the Sunset, you’re bound to bump into characters even if you try really hard not too, well at least that has been my experience. Squeezing my way onto the … Continue reading

High Fives in the City

High fives never get old, especially when I get one from a homeless guy as I’m running through the city. This city makes me smile every day.

The Curious Case of the Chihuahua Walker

I’ve noticed a trend, one that I’ll probably only ever see in San Francisco. Every morning around 9am a man goes out for a stroll in The Panhandle. But this is not your average stroll. No, no. This man’s daily walk is far from average. I honestly can’t tell if he’s a dog walker or … Continue reading

Chit Chat Off The Clock

Peering into a storefront window with a bit of confusion, my friend and I slowly turned the knob, cracked open the door slightly, and meekly called out to a faint silhouette of a store keeper at the back of the store, “Are you still open?” Dressed like a poster child for the fifties, a young … Continue reading

Blasts of Blue

“Ho Courtney!” belts from behind me, breaking my concentration as I cycle through The Panhandle. Slightly startled, I glance over my left shoulder to comprehend the racket, but it’s too late. A flash of blue and white spandex painted onto a young, fit cyclist zips past me. My eyes finally catch up to his as … Continue reading

Secret Smiles

Amongst the drug deals, wafts of urine, and jarring fights about who knows what emanating from the streets of the Tenderloin, I entered into a moment of peace where all of the clamoring commotion disappeared for an instant. On my bike and halted at a light where Market Street meets McAllister, a father and his … Continue reading

Tales from the 22

The Muni: A San Francisco transit line composed of buses and light rails that provides both locomotion and a primary source of rage and entertainment– craftily blending the two, sometimes it’s hard to discern whether you should laugh or just be flat out irritated. In fact, once on a plane heading back to San Francisco, … Continue reading