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Illuminating News: 1976

My brother basking in the glow of the Sunday papers at our kitchen table, while off-stage my mother is slaving away preparing a big breakfast for everybody, both long-standing traditions around our house. He's reading the San Francisco Sunday Examiner and Chronicle; the two papers were separately owned and published independently on weekdays, but combined Sunday editions as well as sharing revenue generally under a controversial joint operating agreement. Yes, even 35 years ago print journalism was scrambling for profitable business models. The Chronicle supplied the features for the Sunday edition, thankfully, as they had the most interesting roster of columnists and contributors by far. I probably paused from perusing the Pink Section to take this Kodachrome slide.

My brother basking in the glow of the Sunday papers at our kitchen table, while off-stage my mother is slaving away preparing a big breakfast for everybody, both long-standing traditions around our house. He's reading the San Francisco Sunday Examiner and Chronicle; the two papers were separately owned and published independently on weekdays, but combined Sunday editions as well as sharing revenue generally under a controversial joint operating agreement. Yes, even 35 years ago print journalism was scrambling for profitable business models. The Chronicle supplied the features for the Sunday edition, thankfully, as they had the most interesting roster of columnists and contributors by far. I probably paused from perusing the Pink Section to take this Kodachrome slide.

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Re: Perfect '70s moment

They don't

make shirts like that anymore. Which is unfortunate.

Chronicle Readers Unite!

This excellent shot reminded me of one my wife took of me doing exactly the same thing one Sunday morning in April, 1973. That's the Glen Park neighborhood of San Francisco out the window.

Herb Caen, yes

And let us not forget Charles McCabe, Terrence O'Flaherty, Art Hoppe (sigh). I haven't read the Chron in probably 40 years, so maybe their current roster of contributors is just as talented in their own right, but in my view, nostalgia wins out.

Baghdad-by-the-Bay

Nothing like reading Herb Caen on a Sunday morning with a cup of freshly brewed Hills Bros coffee. dot-dot-dot

Sartorial Elegance

I like his shirt myself. Except in 1976 I would have expected it to be unbuttoned down to the navel. As I recall that was the style. The ladies like to see chest hair...or so we deluded ourselves. Ah, a more innocent time for sure.

Elementary, Paul A ...

I think the cup and spoon in front of tterrace's brother indicate that he is right-handed. Unless, of course, that isn't his cup.

Perfect '70s moment

Nice! I'd love to get to "360" the kitchen and see the other dishes and what color the stove was. I like the curtains framing him, and the reflection of the paper in his glasses. Nice.

Inflation

High.

Ah, Sunday morning

Just a lefty thought. tterrace, is your brother a lefty? My jaw is less full on the right side from leaning on my right hand while writing with my left through countless hours of class. BTW, at the last photo lab I worked, (I don't think any are left) seven of nine of us were left handed!

Great

Shirt.

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