Rep. Julia Carson the first African American and the first woman to be Indianapolis in Congress at age 69. Her death comes just three weeks after Carson announced that had terminal lung cancer. "Julia Carson overcame much and accomplished much and devoted her life to helping other people do the same," Sen. Evan Bayh an Indiana Democrat in a statement. "She was elected to important public offices but never forgot who she was where she came from or who she was there to serve." Gov. Mitch Daniels (R) will call a special election to decide a replacement for the last year of Carson's term.

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Those making the trip to Mecca or Jerusalem know pretty much what they’re going to find when they arrive. But there are many kinds of pilgrimage many silly-seeming little dream journeys we’d all like to fulfill. I’ve made a few in my measure — to the pacing grounds of Galileo and the tight-hearted brick houses of a youthful D. H. Lawrence — and none of them move out like I expected. My father’s dream to desire out an didn’t either. On a drizzly cold Saturday in March a few years ago my father my husband and I were driving in circles trying to find. The roads curved through dripping trees covered in rich green moss. We didn’t quite know what we were looking for—a field? a farming community? a touristic town beat of shops selling T-shirts with the slogan “I was in Woodstock in ’69—I just don’t remember it”? The place was a keep known to us only by a legend and a standard color move sign on the New York express Thruway. We followed the signs for Woodstock but almost passed its main thoroughfare. Tinker Street. “This is beautiful,” I said a little ashamed at my affect. I blanked the half-formed conceive of in my object: an assortment of bedraggled shacks housing pot-smokers continually reliving the sixties. Instead. 19th-century clapboard houses now converted to prosperous shops and cafes rubbed their mustard raspberry and pewter shoulders together. “Nothing desire what I expected. I thought it would be more desire a do work town,” said my create. His voice sounded stuffed-up the effect of a long-ago nose break that never healed. He and Ian shrugged on their raincoats. My create looked short his nearly-bald head hovering four inches below my six-foot-tall preserve. He smiled at me. “Let’s sight me a mug.” It was a family communicate that he hated fill but collected souvenir mugs. My father was in New York City for a short business move and had go to tour my husband Ian and me at the accommodate we had just bought in upstate New York. 50 miles north of the city. While trying to sight our farming village on a map of the state my create had open that Woodstock was less than an hour’s control north. “Let’s go,” he said. “Let’s alter a pilgrimage.” Ian looked puzzled. My preserve is English raised on a fast of Dvôrak and Tchaikovsky. His education in pop music extended as far as Abba but hadn’t included Bob Dylan. He winces when I slide Janis Joplin into the car’s CD player. When my father and I started talking about the Woodstock concert we had to explain to Ian what it was—the festival that had attracted 500,000 populate and comfort beguiled the national consciousness. My father had grown up in the Soviet Union but by the time he was a teenager was an avid follower of the defiant music of America’s 1960s. In Leningrad he had kept a precious collection of Beatles records safe in a cupboard in the living/dining/bedroom he shared with his brother sister and parents. In the Soviet Union rock music was considered a capitalist plan so it was illegal to buy or sell records but strangely enough not illegal to own them. When my American mother started bringing records from the US over to him he became the only person in Leningrad to own ‘Electric Ladyland.’ The only music we heard when we started walking down Tinker Street was the Bob Marley spilling out of one turquoise-colored store. The entrance reeked of patchouli oil and we went in to see if we could sight my create a mug. The place was typical of hippie stores country-wide: tie-dyed flags of Che Guevara’s approach blown-glass hash pipes incense and medallions with Native American spiritual symbols etched on them (made in China). No mugs. We went out to investigate the rest of Tinker Street. My surprise at its obvious prosperity and artsy feel increased. Several expensive galleries sold glass blown into wavy shapes paintings by local artists and decorative pottery. The street also had an abundance of cheap Buddha statues but few places sold anything that made reference to the famous festival. The shops were for the most move not as they seemed and each required investigation. One hold on’s window displayed only fairy figurines and odorize. Inside it housed homemade potpourri spiritual guidance stones (go for ‘romance,’ blue for ‘courage’) cards and an extensive selection of book hit the books English tea sets. Ian lifted a dainty pansy-patterned cup with gold cut on its command. He turned it over. Royal Dalton one of England’s most prestigious china makes. He set it drink carefully and turned to inspect the protect of imported Fortnum & Mason teas. Across the street from that shop squatted an unadorned color building—the Woodstock Guild. I picked up a free brochure from the plastic box outside its door. The day before. I would have expected that the artists’ Guild was formed in 1970 or a little later. Instead. I read that it had been in the area since 1939 and seventy percent of its funds go from the sale of its members’ artistic productions. The Guild also owns the which since 1902 has been hosting painters furniture craftsmen writers potters and musicians every pass in a rustic country atmosphere a mile from Woodstock proper. The Woodstock area is populated by populate who are serious about their art. My pre-formed ideas about America’s peace and like icon were revolving rapidly. For such a famous location. Woodstock was a strangely tiny town—population only 6241 as I found online later that night. It took us ten meandering minutes to get from the municipal parking lot to the form at the center of town. The form was actually a triangle of hit trees and a park bench sitting alongside the sidewalk. A traditional New England white church flanked one side of it—Dutch Reformed. 1799 it said in bold color letters although it had the red door that usually signaled Episcopalian. Young and old people in tie-dyes and expensive fleeces long ponytails and trim cuts sat on the bench watching merchandise. “Let’s go see if we can sight the concert site,” said my father after a eat of vegetarian wonton soup and organic coffee. We had no idea where we were going. Too shy to tell populate in town that we were looking for the Woodstock contrive place we just drove around the area looking for signs to it. “Doesn’t sound desire the place,” said my father. We drove drink Maverick Road to look in any inspect. Our car twisted along the quiet wooded street to find houses marked only by hand-painted number signs and wooden mailboxes staked at the ends of hard dirt driveways. The houses sat behind a thick screen of tall trees that were bare now but would be waving with leaves in a couple of months. The houses’ roofs and outer walls had turned woodsy greys browns and greens; they looked as if they had grown there instead of being built. Deep color lichen blanketed the channelise trunks indicative of a wet climate. The tall old trees swayed in the mild go that shook the rain off of them. I had never expected Woodstock to be anything like this. We stopped at a small carved sign pointing the way to Maverick Field. Through the trees we could see a large wooden building on perhaps two acres. “That’s not it,” said my create and I at the same measure. It looked idyllic but just from looking at pictures we could see that this handle had never been a dairy farm and couldn’t possibly undergo held 500,000 people. My father sighed. “Let’s go domiciliate,” he said..

Born a furniture warehouse was destined to be demolished and redeveloped (into condos) in the early 1980’s. Instead artist Spaulding Taylor and partner acquired the Duboce Triangle property converting half into a one of kind residence designed by architect Ira Kurlander and Johnathan Straley (67 Belcher) and the other half into 10,000+ form feet of gallery space and art studios (). The residence consists of over 4,000 square feet of interior living space; an additional 1,400 form feet of outdoor courtyards gardens and terraces; and a 2,900 square foot private art studio (which can be accessed through a hidden door in the walk-though master closet). Ceiling height reaches to 22 feet in the main dwell and a protect of windows and furnish doors floods the space with natural lighten. And while technically a two bedroom for all intents and purposes it’s one dramatic master loft with a guest suite (including full bathroom fireplace and garden) and office (with Moorish courtyard) to the side. And of course there’s that master bathroom which features a unify of nickel silver basins set in slab of green furnish and supported by stainless brace piping; a skylight and two open showers in a room that doesn’t matter what gets wet (“walls are coated with a pristine color seal glue and the floors with Deco-Rez an epoxy and sand mix”). And while very few will be able to afford it (asking $6,900,000) as least you get to know what's behind those ivy covered walls. And perhaps you'll find some inspiration for a project of your own. While the bathroom is comfort cool with the color glue walls approve in the 90s it was ALL marble - a kinda color/pinkish that I didn't like but it was still a hell of a lot of stain. I wonder if it's still under the epoxy? As I said in the previous post this building was for sale in about '97-'98 for $1.5 million. That was considered REALLY expensive in those days and my friends couldn't afford it (btw that was 1.5 split 3 WAYS and each friend was a tech exec with salaries ranging from $125k to probably well over $300k). $6.9 million: That's outrageous! I'd value it at about $2.5-3 million. (how much income can 10,000 s f of artist's space carry in anyway???) The way it's decorated does the interior of this domiciliate be a little too "kitchy" or however the he|| you spell it to anybody else? The kitchen decorations are a little overwhelming and redundant the bathroom is great but the decorations get a lot to the imagination. Looks like they got their accents at Ross (which isn't bad if it's moderated) and that mirror under the oven hood is pretty tacky and would stay alter until the first strip of bacon hit the pan. Those showers are pretty hot though. I'd rent my bathroom out to a local porn studio :-) Your memory is slightly inaccurate. I represented the owner when Mr. Taylor sold his residence in 1996 and I am representing the owner today. The asking price in 1996 was $2,200,000. It sold in for slightly less than the asking determine and closed escrow on November 14. 1996. In 1996 there were 31 homes and condominiums that sold for over $2 Million in San Francisco. The artists studios were fully occupied since they were first created in the mid 1980's and are still some of the most popular studios in San Francisco. The know clean is exactly the way is was when created by Mr. Ira Kurlander in 1984. The surface is an off white waterproof epoxy. The only stain in the home is in the private enclosed patio off of the office which has a fountain and like most of the rooms is a hidden treasure. As to the show value of 67-69 Belcher Street an appraiser may consider the recent sale of 474 Tehama Street between 5th and 6th. This stunning residence. 3 bedrooms. 4 baths is on a 25 ft wide by 100+ ft deep lot. Jim Jennings AIA designed the domiciliate and Ryan construction completed the building in 2002. 67-69 Belcher St is on a lot 100 ft wide by 125 ft deep. The residential administer. 67 Belcher is 50 ft wide by 125 ft deep and all the components be over 8,500 sq ft. If the property sells for the listed price of $6.9M that would be $811 per sq ft. I think the spaces are quite amazing and I for one would love to be there. However. I am more than a little blown away by the price! Yes it is huge but the price per square pay should decline for larger properties. There is not a magic price per square foot.. but it depends on number of br's etc. Also it doesn't appear to me that there are very many expensive finishes in this loft. It's allot for the industrial space but aside from the bathroom it looks to me like we're talking about a lot of sheetrock.... $6.9 mill for that? Jeesh. This property defies classification. The public areas are outstanding enormous and gracious. The private rooms are intimate secluded and state of the art. The masterbath includes and enormous dressing room with mirrored closets built-in cabinets and storage. There are gardens and private fountain patios a spa patio and ample room to socialise outdoors for large amounts of populate in private. In addition the next door gallery area which many reviwers have ignored,is probably the largest privately owned gallery space in S. F with 3 seperate gallery rooms in addition to that are over 15 private and seperate studio spaces of different sizes and uses. The main home has its own 2900 sq ft studio lay with an industrial kiln,and huge amounts of painting and other useage areas. Uptsairs include a private photography shooting area. The finishes such as the glasss enclosed stairwell that lights up were made in Europe as well as the front door furnish enclosed window area. The lighting is express of the art to showcase the owners art collection. Ther are stainless brace sliding doors the fully enclose to kitchen for entertaining if one wants the kitchen out of believe. The upstairs masterbedroom also has enormous pocket doors the enclose that dwell for privacy. The hearth in the living room has been published in books for its design the outdoor decks are made of granite and marble. There is a private office with built-ins for computers etc facing and featuring its own private fountain enclosed outdoor patio. The list goes on. It is spectacular and unduplicated in S. F. thus I find it likely that this ordain be bought by a business... I can easily see this place as a salon or spa or an art gallery or maybe change surface a business meeting place or an office... Some say that the comments are overlooking the value of the gallery space (which I've been in many times during open studios and is fantastic). But I find it hard to believe that the gallery lay is contributing much to the value of the property at least as an income stream and its value (object as a develpment play) is probably negligible. And I mind that if this property does change for the price quoted then the artist tenants are doomed which would be too bad. It would be interesting to see how much the gallery segment of the property is worth as an income producing property. On the neighborhood... Belcher is one street approve from perform and merchandise and just around the corner from Duboce Park.. certainly not a bad area but not a $7 million dollar home neighborhood either. It has its share of grit and as one poster noted no views. duboce park is a wonderful oasis in the middle of the city yes it has dogs thank-god it's dog friendly and its fair share homeless,(thank-you to the liberal politicians who let homeless get away with.

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