Have you been to Marfa?
Marfa is a small town in the high desert in West Texas. Population around 1800. It’s an arts destination. Marfa’s in Presidio County, one of the poorest counties in the United States.
Marfa has one traffic signal that blinks. At least that’s all I remember seeing. If you go you must visit Marfa Burritos. Fantastic. It’s Ramona’s joint. As you leave, Ramona will say farewell with a cheerful “Adios Guapos!” I went there for breakfast and lunch, and would have gone for dinner if it was still open. Anthony Bourdain was there while we were visiting. We talked about Puerto Rico a bit. Bourdain ordered the asado. I went for the egg & chorizo. You can’t go wrong either way.
Some of my closest friends here in SF don’t want any more development. Or wonder if the city’s built-out. Yet they’re both involved in facilities development projects for permanently affordable arts space. Arts people. They’re brilliant, inspiring to me. They save lives, including mine. The whole thing with money and architects and engineers and developers and construction – i.e. development – is hard, but it’s what we have to do if we want affordable living or work space. Unless we lived in Marfa. My friends grew up in the city or have been in the city for decades. One of my friends hates this guy Ron Conway; she blames him for the affordable housing crisis. Another wonders: Is there a point where the city is full? The specter of Manhattan looms.
My California cycling legend buddy Tony Tom grew up at Jones and Broadway. He remembers doing wheelies in the middle of the street. He said he could do that because no cars would pass by, back in the day.