John Coltrane en A love supreme in San Francisco <p></p><p><span style="line-height: 1.5;">On Sunday morning, while the Fillmore District is brunching or sleeping in, I’m sweating to attend something I’ve never run for in my life: church. I’m hoofing it past hair salons, fast food chains, corner markets, and thrift stores to catch the start of Mass. Just up the street from an abandoned pool hall and a windowless police station, I come across what looks like a dormant storefront window. I almost pass it, but I check the address. I’ve arrived.</span> Tue, 24 Sep 2013 00:51:01 +0000 Kristina Loring 27573 at A love supreme in San Francisco