Karl Auerbach on Nostr: One of my first memories of San Francisco (when not with my parents) was around that ...

One of my first memories of San Francisco (when not with my parents) was around that time - maybe 1966. I remember being at Cafe Trieste at something like 3am on a very wet, foggy night, talking to an aging beatnik who had been working 20+ years carving a three color nude, and he was still working on the first color.

I spent many a day and night in The City during the late 1960s and early 1970s - full hippie era. I did not move to The City (Inner Richmond district) until about 1981.

I really miss the cold, misty nights, riding the cable cars late at night (I always stood on the board, hanging on, just to the right of the driver.) The cable cars were more wild - rather rickety and shakey than they are now - before the system was rebuilt in the 1980s.