I'm married to a scavenger of sorts and he often totes home rescued boxes of books that I paw through with shiny, hungry eyes. I pull out the odd and interesting and add them to my teetering stack.
A slice of San Francisco history circa 1978. This book is such a visceral taste of the late 70's in the Bay Area - warts and all. I also had a chuckle about the "Petaluma lesbians."