Seen in San Francisco: Shattered Remnants of Wild Weekend Crunch Underfoot On Monday
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The genius of local liquor magnate Maurice Kanbar in bottling Skyy Vodka in blue vessels is all too apparent; even in nasty little shards scattered on a filthy street it makes for a pretty picture. People do judge books by their cover, and Kanbar was wise to craft such an attractive product. Incidentally, he's the guy who kicked down the corn for Kanbar Hall in the Jewish Community Center and the Kanbar Cardiac Center at California Pacific. In other words, drink up! It's community service.
Finally, the visual remnants of the weekend's warm joys appearing so ruefully out of place on a nippy Monday morning brings to mind an old refrain from Tom Waits:
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond/
Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe De Villes;
Leaving the town in the keeping/
Of the one who is sweeping/
Up the ghosts of Saturday night.