My last pilgrimage to City Lights was 1984. It’s still a beacon shining bright on Columbus Avenue. Berets are common here, and lots of uncommon books. I bought my wife a copy of The Death and Life of American Journalism: The Media Revolution That Will Begin the World Again because it sounds a note of optimism during gloomy times. Grabbed a “Howl” bumper sticker for myself—what the hell.
Grant. Where Little Italy meets Chinatown.