I am a native of San Francisco (a rarity, for sure!). I was born at St. Mary’s hospital at 12:39 a.m. on August 15th 19-yada-yada. I grew up in Napa, but moved to SF in 1998. I absolutely love the city and I experience funny things sometimes so I decided to start a blog so I could share my stories with my ginormous family. I have 6 brothers and sisters (you’ll read about them occasionally – numbered #1 to #7) and 18 nieces and nephews. It’s a great way to keep everyone posted as our lives are spread across North America. I guess, most importantly, this fulfills my need to write.
I live on Polk street and really like this neighborhood…hence the name of my blog, Polkstreetandmore.
Thanks for visiting and I hope you enjoy my tales. Please leave comments or suggestions about places I should go.
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June 6, 2009 at 1:52 pm
Mary (MO) Rippe
I’m a little behind times when it comes to the internet, but I’m getting there.
I love your blog but I didn’t know that you lived on Polk Street – thought it was
Broadway – just goes to show ya!! Hope to see you this summer – I’ll keep
enjoying polkstreetandmore – have you been to the new science museum in
S.F.? Take care, MO
June 8, 2009 at 1:59 pm
Sara Ripple
Love your blog. You are such a funny writer. One of these days, I will have to venture to the City and experience it with ya. Take care, Sara
June 9, 2009 at 9:32 pm
polkstreetandmore
Thank you so much for checking out my blog. I haven’t been to the new science museum, but it’s on my list. I hope to go on a weekday because weekends are so crowded. Great idea for my next sick day…I mean…day off!
June 9, 2009 at 9:34 pm
polkstreetandmore
Thanks for the nice words! Absolutely…Visit any time and we can explore (or shop). It’s all an adventure.
November 7, 2009 at 9:05 am
Reen and Terry
Hey Michelle…..Your dad used to recite “Little Orphan Annie” to his his youngest brothers and sisters-scared the heck out of us-that and walking through the grapefruit trees at night with flashlights looking for Santa. When he would spot Santa and yell “SANTA”, he would drop me and run. I loved the gifts Santa brought at Christmas but sure didn’t ever want to come face to face with him!!!!!
Love your blog. I miss the City. When I graduated from high school I was sure I would return and live there forever. I will be following your blog as I love the stories.
Much love,
Reen