Peter Plate writes novels that articulate the poetry of the Mission here in SF. Today he has a remarkable piece in the Chron.
"Next to the Bonita Trading Company is a new building that went up faster than a heart attack. It's hard to remember what kind of business was there before it got bulldozed. Where did the gente that lived in the boarding house rooms on the second floor go? What is left behind is a forgetfulness known as architectural amnesia. Memory is an orphan on the calle."
For more on his novels, start here.