18 thoughts on “Bloody Tourists

      1. Where I lived in San Francisco with my grandmother was an ancient apartment building. We kids used to run amok in the basement. There was a 1934 Chevrolet parked down there. The owner had deferred maintenance on the building for too long, and it settled making the car a permanent fixture. After the owner sold the place, the new owners did all the work needed to bring it back to code, and rescued the car in the process. They sold it for a tidy sum, ad put the proceeds toward the renovations.
        This was in the Castro District, and of course it got gentrified to hell and back.

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