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Herb Caen (1916-1997)
Herbert Eugene Caen was a Pulitzer Prize-winning San Francisco journalist whose daily column of local goings-on, social and political happenings, local anecdotes, and insider gossip–often poking fun, but rarely if ever hostile or ill-willed–appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle for almost sixty years, except during a relatively short stint at the San Francisco Examiner. His name was a household word throughout the San Francisco Bay Area for decades, and republications of his old columns remain a prominent Chronicle feature many years after his death.
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Isn't it nice that people who prefer Los Angeles to San Francisco live there?
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The trouble with born again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around.
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Like a camel, I can go without a drink for seven days–and have on several horrible occasions.
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Parking is such street sorrow.
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