Indian Summer comes to Tenderloin

What an artistically inspiring place Tenderloin is during September? Warm days are luring people out of the century-old and run-down "hotel" rat holes. I wish I could walk around with an invisible camera to capture some of the characters out there... although urine vapor coming up from the sizzling pavement does so burn my eyes. My observations from yesterday. There is no racism in Tenderloin, it is an island in the center of San Francisco separated by barbed wire fence... everybody inside this ghetto are low class outcasts... Three men: white, Hispanic and black were sitting on the stairs and enjoying their alcohol... so drunk that the three of them started impersonating a band (guitar, drums, and a solo). An old man (that got himself out of bed only to get his alcohol fix) was crossing the street wearing no pants, raincoat and two different shoes (both right!)... It took him two red and one green light to actually make it across. A young guy with long thick dreadlocks around his large round bald spot on the top of his head... a heavyset woman in a house robe, a cast on one foot and a sock/flip-flop combo on the other. Lots of middle aged men and women with missing teeth wearing teenage fashion from the 80s. Not Castro, but the thrift stores of Tenderloin must be the best place for Halloween fashion.