Cruisin' The Castro & Remembering Milk
Gus Van Sant's Milk has been shooting on Castro Street for several days now, even making the front page of the Chronicle on Wednesday. Finally unable to resist the pull of the Castro any longer I dash out of the house at 11am this morning to go see for myself where the action is. It's a warm, clear morning. The freshly painted red and white Castro Theatre marquee pops into view as I drive over the crest of Castro Street just around 22nd.
I park at 17th and Sanchez and walk up 17th Street to Castro. I gaze wistfully into Twin Peaks, the bar where all the old-timers hang out (also offensively dubbed: "The Glass Coffin" in reference to the age of the clientéle) and I wonder how many of those guys were actually around 20 years ago, probably knew Harvey Milk, etc.
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