A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
A city is not gauged by its length and width, but by the broadness of its vision and the height of its dreams. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
Just two days in Manhattan and you find yourself looking for a place to wash your handkerchief after you wipe your forehead and it… — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
Baffling late-life discovery: Golfers wear those awful clothes on purpose. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
The waterfront without the Ferry Tower would be like a birthday cake without a candle. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
Best trumpet: Mike Vax, an alumnus of the Kenton Band, who plays every style with a bright cutting edge, throwing in bop riffs here… — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
The trouble with born-again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
Old San Francisco - the one so many nostalgics yearn for - had buildings that related well to each other. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
The clock doesn't matter in baseball. Time stands still or moves backwards. Theoretically, one game could go on forever. Some seem to. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
Isn't it nice that people who prefer Los Angeles to San Francisco live there? — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
