Cunning Crow Books

Books, poems, and sketches by Dan Richman and friends

Month: August, 2014

Bus Sax

One of the best things I ever saw on a bus was on a late-night 9X from North Beach to Market Street. I sat up toward the front. The driver was a very pretty young black woman.
A scruffy white guy got on. No, not really scruffy. He was a beatnik. That was the way you looked if you were a North Beach Beatnik. Never mind that the Beatniks had supposedly died off about sixty years ago. Read the rest of this entry »

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Preachers

Geronimo and I were driving past the BART Station at the south-east corner of 16th and Mission. Even through the closed windows of the car we could hear a woman shouting through one of those public speaking mikes.

“Jesus viene para salvarlos! Quiten sus pecados!” Et cetera.

The arrival of Jesus was imminent, according to her. But I had been hearing her colleagues bellowing the same thing for the forty years I had passed that corner. Read the rest of this entry »