Local activist and retired tradeswoman Molly Martin is back on the podcast with a story that starts during her revolution-minded college years in Washington state and takes us through the middle of the AIDS crisis in 1980s San Francisco. Molly is pictured above, back row, far right, in the fabulous crop top circa 1973.
She says this group, which called itself the Rosa Luxemburg Collective, is making a sign for No Way LPMA (the League for the Promotion of Militant Atheism). Larry, the central character in her intersectional story, is in the middle, hand outstretched. Here’s Molly:
How to sit gracefully: “Ease into your chair with your knees together. Keep your torso straight without leaning forward. While you will eventually cross your legs, the act of sitting down is identical to the one used for maintaining traditional ladylike posture.”*
Add: Drape your leash gently over your shoulder toward the direction of your human, taking care that there is enough room between you and his seat.
Thanks @thrifteye for this Muni moment. Here are all the amusing moments from the Muni zoo.
So this is how you skateboard uphill in San Francisco. This guy nonchalantly catches a ride from the 24-Divisadero, to what I can only imagine was the awe and surprise from the line outside of Brenda’s Meat and Three. Thanks to Wenyan Chen for this Instagram video.
Camaraderie among Muni passengers really brings out some of the most surprising moments of kindness. Muni rider Zann sent us this “Only on Muni” story via Facebook.
This was on an inbound 24, as we crossed over Cortland:
This young guy gets on the 24, totally reeking of pot. He sits and opens his hand and has a handful of loose buds and shake. He pulls out a dollar and tries to wrap the weed in it, when this old lady next to him says, “Honey, you’re gonna spill that all over. Take this.” She pulls a handkerchief out of her purse and holds it open for him while he dumps the handful into it, then folds it up nicely and hands it to him. He offers her a piece as a thank you, and she refuses it. “No thanks, Honey, I don’t touch the stuff.”
It really was a magical “only in SF” moment, and a totally unashamed and candid interaction between them.
I always knew there was a reason I love people who carry handkerchiefs!
Did you post a story-worthy Muni moment on Facebook? Tag us @MuniDiaries to let us know!
When we saw Muni transfers realized in a tattoo artist’s sketch, we knew there had to be a story behind it. We tracked down the owner of this tattoo and its artist, and found out why he got Muni transfers permanently inked on his arm. His story made my day. How about you?