Revisiting A Glorious Performance

In April, 2017, we attended am extraordinary concert at Davies Symphony Hall in San Francisco. I blogged about it in more detail than usual because I found it so incredibly moving. The concert featured the work of pianist Denis Kozhukhin, and his encore was transcendent. That encore performance remains, to this day, the single most presentation of beauty I’ve ever… Continue reading

Linda LeBlanc, San Francisco Realtor

Linda LeBlanc Selling a property on one coast from the other coast is not an easy task. Linda LeBlanc was the realtor that worked with us to sell our San Francisco condo while we were in Atlanta. Linda was stunning! I can not recommend her enough! She is the most efficient and communicative realtor we have ever worked with, no… Continue reading

San Francisco Symphony: Krzysztof Urbański Conducting, Vilde Frang Violin Soloist

The Rehearsal Every year season ticket holders are given the opportunity to attend an actual working rehearsal for the San Francisco Symphony. The early morning work session begins with coffee and donuts in the lobby followed by a 30 minute presentation about the piece the symphony will be rehearsing, followed by the 3 hour morning rehearsal itself. Those who attend… Continue reading

My Week in the City

I’ve just spent a quick week in the city. The city, of course, is San Francisco. The week was exciting for a number of reasons. So, here we go… City Hall from Davies HallCity Hall Street LevelCity Hall Light Trails from Passing CarsCity Hall through Trees Yes, this weekend included St. Patrick’s Day. City Hall was green for the occasion.… Continue reading

Women’s March

How did we miss it? How did we not know it was going on? We were returning from a nice long walk along Ocean Beach which was packed because the Golden Gate National Recreation Area at Land’s End was closed because Comrade Trump is pitching one of his little border wall tantrums. The traffic ground to a complete stop when… Continue reading

Horrific Air Quality in San Francisco

Wednesday When I landed in San Francisco mid-week before last, I wasn’t paying much attention. I try to zone out on the plane: listen to music, watch Netflix, or just sleep. I find that makes the long flight seem shorter. I was in “the zone.” Unexpectedly, the cabin filled with the acrid smell of smoke, and I remembered the California… Continue reading