Satire Of Satire Tends To Be Self-canceling,

Old San Francisco - The One So Many Nostalgics Yearn For - Had Buildings That Related Well To Each Other.

The Waterfront Without The Ferry Tower Would Be Like A Birthday Cake Without A Candle.

The World Of Manhattan Is Small And Tightly Knit, And The Man On Top Retains A Certain Humility. He Knows How Far And Fast He Can Fall By Looking At The Guy Across The Street. The View From The $250,000 Apartment Covers A Lot Of Ground, Most Of It Condemned.

God! I Loove This City!

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.'