Ask Joel Selvin.
I remember one night in the early 80's pre-show backstage at the Oakland Paramount. George Benson was the main event. Bill was stalking his usual self, someone in the room didn't look right to Graham. "Hey, who are you, who da fuk are you?" Turns out Bill's instinct was right as some fake newspaper guy got in and fooled one of Graham's vaunted Blue Coats. They threw him out all right but Bill went nuts with his security. Later on after the vibe returned to normal Bill bought dinner for the entire staff. He was good to his people even if he managed to go berserk every now and then.
*Back then there existed a cool scene in the Bay Area. People actually read the Chronicle. Well, they read Herb Caen and the Sporting Green. And Art Hoppe and Charles McCabe too but Caen ruled the Bay. Sure, he had tons of helpers and scoopers like classy Carole Vernier and Strange De Jim but Caen was must-read first thing in the morning. And everyone in town and beyond read him including Willie Brown, John Burton, All the Alioto family, and almost all restaurant and hotel people. Oh, did I leave out Wilkes Bashford.
Caen wrote six days a week and nobody could figure out how he could do it. I could: Thanks mostly to Macys, Herb was one of the highest paid writers in the nation earning somewhere north of $300 grand plus never had to lift his wallet when dining at his many SF places and sipping "vitamin V" martinis.
|700 Montgomery Street|
K-101 (where yours truly bugged Charlie Seraphin to hire him and was rewarded with a Sports reporting gig) was located at 700 Montgomery Street right next to Mel Belli's office.
K-101, the building with the awesome spiral staircase and Jim Gabbert's home away from home.