March 2006 San Francisco
I worked my way through paramedic school by doing remodel construction here in San Francisco. The demolition phase was always hard and a little dangerous, but sometimes it involved a bit of urban archaeology. Every now and then items emerged from behind the walls or under the floorboards: coins, tools, hand-written prescription bottles, a stash of bourbon, eleven mummified cats over one garage ceiling, and a rusty loaded handgun. Often there was a carefully stashed newspaper, just to mark the date that the walls were finished. The one in my house on Haight St was from 1874. Money? Sure, sometimes that might appear, but that was not the kind of score that people shared or talked about. (more…)
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