So, my neighbor is moving out. I catch him loading some stuff into a big white van and we have a little, "where-you-heading-off-to" chat.
"San Fransico," he says.
We'll tell ya. We've been incredibly busy. We haven't been able to frequent the corner of Van Ness and Olive as much as we'd like to.
Touching Gunther's tra-la-la
Champagne, glamour, sex and respect. That's the message being spread -- a la Euro-dance music -- by self-styled Swedish sex god Gunther.
The emerald city?
When it comes to greenery (like in the Al Gore, solar-paneled sense of the word), Fresno has poor self image.