RAINY DAY MUSINGS—Seeing the pictured Cal Trans image of the progress being made on the $7 billion and counting SF Bay Bridge rebuild, reminded me that for five years I made a workaday commute across the original span. No picnic. Memories, unlike rush hour, flood back faster than bumper-to-bumper traffic. Then, I was editor of San Francisco Magazine, a failing city magazine that I was hired to infuse much higher circulation numbers on to its books so the owner could resell it—pronto.
“Kid, I gotta fill space—nothing personal,” came his reply over a cocktail glass.
editing SF Mag. Great city. Tough crowd.