Night Ladder

Here, people leave whatever they don't want anymore on the sidewalk. If you like it, you just take it. Otherwise, the city comes and hauls it away...

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Golf Series: Eagle Crest

Golf Series: Volvo Masters

Golf Series: Carmel

Golf Series: Sea Ranch

Golf Series: Paiute

Golf Series: Poipu Bay

Tree on Bricks

Struck by Luck

El Presidente

Museum Ticket

Golden Gate Park

Heinz

Million Gallon Giveaway

Dear Reader (in the year 3006):

Aren't you glad I created a record of all this junk on the street? This must be an archeological dream. -- Primitive 21st century man.

Online Clue

Bonita

Slick Rick

Oakland, California

Simone's

Oakland, California.

Wildin Out

Oakland, California

She's got my vote

Smog Test

Night Leaves

Ticket to Happiest Place on Earth

Portable

Precious Resource Squandered

Wides Knox Water

"Wides" are, of course, Camel Wides, i.e., addictive cigarettes being marketing to the young, hoping to addict young people like they did my Dad somewhere around 75 years ago. Screw you, agents of death!

Knox is just another political candidate. I don't know if he's good or bad.

I also don't know how that big bottle of water ended up where it is in this photo -- it's very strange, as if someone didn't get to finish what they wanted to do. The other, empty bottle is a more common object here in The Mission, where people just throw away stuff when they're done with it.

All manner of junk ends up on our street.

Relationships are cast aside just as casually here. All kinds of left-behinds live on my street, including the always-silent woman whose son was fathered by a man I met only once -- a violently angry guy who almost killed me when I told him he was acting like an "asshole," perhaps not my wisest move in the past three years here.

But he chose to leave rather than kill me, which I suppose must mean something or another.