Old San Francisco - the one so many nostalgics yearn for - had buildings that related well to each other.

Satire of satire tends to be self-canceling, and deliberate shock tactics soon lose their ability to shock, especially when they're too deliberate.

I hope I go to Heaven, and when I do, I'm going to do what every San Franciscan does when he gets there. He looks around and says, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.'

A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds.

Baffling late-life discovery: Golfers wear those awful clothes on purpose.

We are reorganizing in order to eliminate duplication and redundancy.

A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew.