Nine Reasons Why Bernal Hill Is More Fun Than The Empire State Building

High Above the City

vs.

Citytexture

I was in New York last week for business.

I stayed at a hotel in midtown, so I decided to do something I’d never done before (despite having been born in Manhattan and raised in New Jersey): I went to visit the Empire State Building.

It was nice. But when you’re used to spending a lot of time at atop Bernal Hill, a trip to the Observation Deck of the Empire State Building can seem a little… well… meh.

It’s no secret that Bernal Hill and the Empire State Building have a lot in common: Both soar high above the urban fabric below. Both are topped with stylish radio antenna arrays. And both are glamorous icons that symbolize their respective cities.

Yet in the end, even though the Empire State Building is taller, I have to say I prefer Bernal Hill. Here are a few reasons why:

  1. You don’t have to stand in any lines to ascend Bernal Hill.
  2. No $20 tickets are required to go to the top of Bernal Hill.
  3. There is no airport-style security screening at Bernal Hill.
  4. Kite-flying is discouraged at the Empire State Building.
  5. California sunlight is typically brighter, sharper, and less hazy.
  6. No dogs are allowed in the Empire State Building (on- or off-leash).
  7. Bernal Hill does not attract giant, marauding gorillas.
  8. You don’t have to pass through a gift shop to depart Bernal Hill.
  9. You cannot descend from the Empire State Building in a soapbox derby car

I suspect there are a few more good reasons, so you can add them in the comments.

Photos: Telstar Logistics

Close To You: Daily Life and the Essence of Neighborliness

Among Friends

Among friends some things are ok. David Gallagher/Flickr

In Bernal Heights, we’re forced to look our neighbors in the eye, to make sure we’re taking care of them. It’s the way the neighborhood was built, with small lots and narrow streets. When driving, you have to look a block ahead, see who’s coming, and what you can do to get both of you by. If somebody pulls over or waits for you, you learn to thank them.

On my street, we know every car, we know whose driveway you can block, whose you can’t, and how to park our cars to make the most out of what we have. We may not talk, but we look out for each other.

The week we moved into our house, the neighbor came over and welcomed us. He also said he need our permission to connect his house to ours, to keep the rain out.  We agreed and thanked him for thinking of both of us.

Our Connection

Our Connection David Gallagher/Flickr

Our closeness is part of living on the hill, and one of the things that makes this place special.

Then and Now: Bernal Hill As Seen from Army/Chesar Chavez

Then and Now: South Van Ness at Army Street, 1953

I stumbled across the photo above a few years ago. It shows the corner of South Van Ness Avenue at Army (Cesar Chavez) as it looked in 1953, shortly after the completion of the now-infamous widening that turned Army into a major east-west thoroughfare.

Since I just happened to be just a few blocks from that very spot when I first saw the 1953 photo, I wandered over to see how the scene changed after all these years. Behold, the same view, as it looked on August 12, 2008:

Then and Now: South Van Ness at Cesar Chavez (Army), 2008

In a way, the most impressive thing is how *little* has changed, overall. Gas used to cost 25 cents a gallon, but in 2008 it sold for $4.17. (It’s cheaper now, unfortunately.) Notice that the microwave tower that sits atop Bernal today was just a little sproutling in 1953. It took a long time for it to grow so big and tall and beautiful.

Otherwise,  Bernal Hill look very much as it  did 50 years ago. My favorite detail is the Golden Gate Cleaners, visible at center left. The shop is still there, and with the same neon signage. Like a bug in amber.

The 1953 photo came from the Cushman Collection at Indiana University, which, for reasons unknown, maintains an excellent online collection of vintage color photographs of San Francisco. PROCRASTINATION WARNING: Do not click this link to the Cushman Collection website unless you have at least an hour to burn in blissful Technicolor historic reverie. You have been warned.