Because my husband grew up in San Francisco, he can often tell me the lore of various places we pass by on the street. It is never your usual docent tour of the city. It is mostly told from the perspective of a 10 year old (which I prefer).
“That’s the house we thought was haunted!” or “This hill was called Red Rail, (because of the red railing) and we used to ride our skateboards down it at breakneck speeds.”
There is a church on Gough street that I have always been curious about. To me, it looks like the inside of a washing machine, others refer to it as the “big, ugly one on Gough St.”
But folks in the know, (ie. my husband and other ten year olds in the city) know that it’s really called “2 o’clock tittie”. He confides that at exactly 2:00pm, the church casts a shadow of a female breast.
I happened to be driving past today at exactly 2pm. There it was. The mythic tittie, bare for all eyes to see.