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Regarding my occasional use of Freaks of Nomenclature: Its a nod toward my favorite columnist, the late Herb Caen of the San Francisco Chronicle, whom I read from the time I started reading newspapers as a boy through journalism school; such was one of the benefits of living in northern California. The marriage lasted less than a decade, but it produced two sons and propelled Mrs. Scaggs toward the top of the social heap. (April 1996 - February 1, 1997) (his death), View agent, publicist, legal and company contact details on IMDbPro. Catherine Bigelow. Part of his appeal seemed to lie in the endless bonhomie he projected, always nattily turned out in suit and fedora, often with a martini glass in hand. -rc. He lives in San Francisco and walks three miles a day on the steep city streets. It sounds weird, this weird guy from Alabama whos trying to connect to a city 2,400 miles away, but youve got to do something, right?. But I pointed out to him that the tradition ran back as far as the 1920s columnist FPA (Franklin P. Adams) called them aptonyms when he came across them. Herb Caen Agostino, his sister Carmen and his wife, Anna, who have run the restaurant for 50 years, said theyre ready to retire. Tong heng egg tart delivery room. So at the age of 20, he headed West, and later recounted his arrival, by ferry, in the city he christened Baghdad by the Bay. Standing at the ships prow, he shook his fist at the looming skyline and declared, Ill lick you yet, San Francisco. His bravado ebbed, however, when a stiff gust blew his new hat off his head and into the choppy bay. ", In April 1996 Caen received a special Pulitzer Prize (which he called his Pullet Surprise) for "extraordinary and continuing contribution as a voice and conscience of his city. His column was a must-read every day, even though I often had never been to many of the places he wrote about. Unfortunately, I cant remember what he called them. Dr. Zhivago director David Lean was in town. Survivors include son Austin William Scaggs and his wife, Louisa Scaggs, and grandchildren Levon Oscar Scaggs and Poet Darling Scaggs. Surely, it was some old-school San Franciscan, maybe even another Chronicle staffer, which would make for a funny inside-the-newsroom exchange. While researching this remembrance, I was startled to see he started off his paragraphs (each a different topic) with BOLD CAPS, sometimes with a colon at the end (as I used to do with stories), and sometimes just leading into the sentence (as I do in the authors notes section of the newsletter).