On the main drag of San Francisco's Noe Valley, occupying a prime retail location, sits a bizarre little "real estate" office that's been displaying a window full of oddly disturbing memorabilia for as long as I can remember.
I've never seen it open for business. The only real estate property actually advertised in the window is an old, hand-lettered sign for a home that sold for $37,000 -- most likely 50-60 years ago. Quite likely, this office has been locked shut for almost as long.
The proprietor, if he is still alive, is obviously some kind of fanatic. The shop functions as a broadcast center for his opinions: Ronald Reagan was a hero, the renaming of Army Street to "Cesar Chavez Boulevard" is something he'll never recover from, English should be the only language spoken, etc.
He's probably been tormented for decades: after all, he keeps a shop on an upscale street that features a large Aveda shop, a boulangerie, several clothing boutiques, several nice wine shops,and plenty of trendy and often useless ways to unload your disposable income.
But seriously...is this shop ever open? Who owns it?
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There have been quite a few stories about this guy in the Noe Valley Voice. The shop is run by Harry Aleo, who's an 88-year-old crackpot who owns several racehorses, one of whom did really well a few years back.
He owns the building, so doesn't pay rent, and the office is open sometimes, although never on weekends. Here's one of the stories:
http://www.noevalleyvoice.com/1999/June/aleo.html
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