San Francisco Extremes

I like to imagine that sometimes I have something to say that might makes us think differently about having and not having. (Previously published in Be Open)

The night is heavy and brutal. The beer is cold. I pull a twenty-dollar bill from my wallet and leave it on the bar. Market street is heaving with people. In the sky, lightning zips up clouds, but no rain is falling. I think of the firefighters north of here. What…