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San Francisco was its usual charming self, but now I'm back in Humboldt's foggy embrace. And despite the things and people I miss, I'm glad—exemplified by this article in the Chronicle:
(09-12) 18:06 PDT SAN FRANCISCO -- A transient who allegedly strangled a 73-year-old man found dead in a trash can Thursday in the Tenderloin is wanted on murder charges, San Francisco police said Friday.
Froilan Marroquin, 31, had been staying with the victim for about a month at a residential hotel at 520 Taylor St., said Lt. Mike Stasko of the police homicide detail. The victim was apparently trying to help Marroquin, who had been living on the streets in the Tenderloin, Stasko said.
Marroquin was seen taking the man's body down to the garbage bin in the building's basement Thursday, Stasko said. "He left all his stuff there when he fled," he added.
The dead man's name has not been released, pending notification of relatives.
Marroquin is described as Latino, 5-foot-5, 165 pounds, with brown eyes and black hair. Police have not released his photo.
This was, of course, a couple of blocks from the hotel in which we were staying.
But the thing that gets me is, finding a dead man in a garbage can is routine enough that it only rated a three-inch article buried in the Metro section. If this had happened up here, it'd be front page news—for days.