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My grand-pappy worked in a livery stable in San Francisco in 1906. He was sleeping on the 13th floor when the earthquake happened. In the following days he said he saw men cutting fingers off corpses to get the diamond rings. He walked out down the peninsula and joined a railway work crew. I guess he might not have gone to Colorado and met my grandmother if not for the quake.

What's it look like today?

View down Market Street from Kite Hill, where I took that photo of my neighborhood in the "where I live" thread:

There ya go...I just wanted a before and after comparison analysis.

If I remember right, Aleister Crowley compared the new city to a turkey buzzard rising out of the ashes, rather than a phoenix.

Too bad they rebuilt it...too many fags there.

I know, I know; and there are hardly any left to inhabit St. Batersburg.
You have been burnt™ before and now you're bitter.

Thank you. I was fatigued.