I have a very warm spot in my heart for Cole Valley. I did meet my Prince there long ago. The Boulangerie was once upon a time called Tassajara Bakery. Monks and Monkettes worked and served there because it was owned by the SF Zen Center. The pastries were divine, esp., the bear claw, bran muffins---never again have they been duplicated. I went there every morning before work. Oh, the Prince. He sat, nose buried in Chronicle. I wrote in my journal. Only after a few years did destiny put us at the same table. We took a bike ride together then more . . . We were like Beauty and the Beast, each of us harboring a little of both those archetypes, as the years would show us. Many years later, we nurture a friendship that is still royalty but not like any fairytale. And I can only summon virtually the richly rewarding taste of Tassajara's bear claw, the potato bread. And, oh, yes, there I met a friendly young man named Craig Newmark who helped me with my computer illiteracy.

Author(ity) in/on San Francisco. Novel, essay, memoir. Teaches tango. Travel, outdoors, culture. Former editor at VIA Mag.

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