Have you seen this man?
Last week the SFWeekly ran an article about Kelli Christensen, a woman who is searching for her father. Her dad, Marty Christensen (shown above), is homeless and has been out of contact for decades. Now an anonymous tipster wrote to Bernalwood to suggest that the missing man may have taken shelter around Bernal Heights:
I live in South Bernal Heights and recently connected two things together. Mainly, my dog’s favorite stranger is a man we know as Marty that we regularly see in the neighborhood and interact with. You can imagine my surprise when I saw his name in the SFWeekly.com and several photos of him. Evidently, he is homeless and his daughter is still looking for him.
I have seen him many times in the past two months near the Alemany Farmer’s Market and Bayshore Smart and Final. I am sure many people in Bernal Heights will recognize him right away as a friendly guy that says hello. He is always looking dapper and hardly fits the description of a homeless man with a drinking problem like it says in the article. For this reason, this charming man named Marty Christensen may be hiding in plain sight!
If you could, please have neighbors help find him, and, if they do, have him call his daughter. I texted her on January 20th, 2011 to tell her the news, and she asked me to reach out to locals in South Bernal Heights. She will be back in February to follow up in the neighborhood.
Kelli Christensen’s telephone number was published at the SFWeekly as (559) 312-7264.
Thanks to Randy Antin, for sending the photo along.
Although this song has nothing to do with Bernal Heights per se, there’s something about it that seems congruent with the spirit of our neighborhood — precisely because it also runs contrary to the spirit of our neighborhood.
Written and performed by an earnest singer-songwriter, the tune describes his surprise at finding automotive salvation, kindness, and human connection at a WalMart in a remote corner of Texas. It’s a story of stereotypes defied and gratitude expressed, which is a feeling that I suspect that many in Bernalwood will understand first-hand.
Our friends at CurbedSF have posted a revealing interview with Burrito Justice, the chief spokesblogger and armchair insurrectionist for La Lengua, the uppity “microhood” that lies in the ambiguous flatlands at the foot of Bernal’s western slope.
Tell us something we don’t know about La Lengua? It’s not Bernal Heights. And it’s not the Outer Mission — that’s next to Daly City. And it’s not Noe Valley, despite all the strollers. La Lengua is like New Jersey or Korea — trapped between bigger and more famous neighbors, but scrappy, proud and resourceful as a result.
Bernalwood comes in for some impudent prodding, which we will haughtily tolerate as the kind of thing we must haughtily tolerate (because we are more glamorous):
Bernalwood is kind of a pain in the ass — while we are doomed by topography to live in their shadow (at least in the morning), we do like drinking with them at night.
But here’s the real news flash: The La Lengua Land Grab is not yet finished:
We are in an expansionist welcoming mood for huddled blocks yearning to be free — southern Mission, eastern Noe, western Bernal, give us a call.
Shocking! Paging Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon… please pick up the red crisis phone!
You eat local. You eat slowly. You buy organic food. If all that is good for you, isn’t it reasonable to assume the same is true for your pet as well?
In the food section of Wednesday’s New York Times, writer Samantha Storey described the latest bourgeois-foodie obsession: Home-cooked food for dogs and cats.
And buried farther down in the story was a local wrinkle involving Bernal’s own Avedano’s Holly Park Market:
Since the fall, the butcher shops Marlow & Daughters in Brooklyn and Avedano’s Holly Park Market in San Francisco have been selling pet food made from grass-fed meat raised on nearby pastures. Melanie Eisemann, an owner at Avedano’s, said the store’s custom mix of ground meats, organs, vegetables, garlic, eggs, parsley and yogurt sells for $3.25 a pound. Avedano’s also reports a robust trade in marrow bones, many of them bought as snacks for dogs.
Ms. Eisemann said customers say that they like knowing the source of their meat, whether it will ultimately be served on the table or on the floor. Entering the pet food market has also been a boon for the business, since Avedano’s, like Marlow & Daughters, is a whole-animal butcher where no part of the beast goes to waste.
Hat tip: Noe Valley SF. Photo: Telstar Logistics
A Little Yumminess is a blog about ” experiences as moms pursuing a passion for eating and cooking & sharing food adventures with our kids.” Said moms visited Cortland recently, and came away with happy bellies:
A highlight of a recent adventure to Bernal Heights with my friend Rachel and our little ones, was one of the best sandwiches in recent memory at Sandbox Bakery. Check out this beauty: whole wheat roll with toasted hazelnuts, thick cut smokey bacon, roasted tomatoes and arugula. Can you say yum? In addition to this epic BLT we sampled a chili dog (one of their other sandwiches du jour), and of course some sweet treats including a cupcake with passionfruit buttercream. Big thumbs up from us moms for their excellent coffee and espresso drinks as well. The shop is tiny making it a little challenging as a sit-down lunch stop with kids. There are just a few stools inside and strollers definitely get in the way. If you get lucky, there might be a spot on one of the benches out front.
According to Alexandra Danieli, Bernal Heights is more pure, more beautiful, and more wholesome than other places. Our higher quality inputs yield higher quality output — in this case, better honey.
Danieli doesn’t put it quite that way, but Bernalwood is quite confident that’s what she meant:
Perhaps motivated by a drive to prop up the bee populations decimated by colony collapse disorder, beekeeping has become popular in cities worldwide. We visit one San Francisco beekeeper who keeps her hive in a Bernal Heights backyard where she escapes once a week to check on her colony. For Alexandra Danieli, beekeeping is part meditation and part fascination with a magical world of GPS, honing pheromones and group intelligence.