Officially, at least, no one was born Wednesday in this city of 740,000 people. No one died. No one was married either.
The doors to City Hall, like so many others in this once-vibrant and remarkably resilient metropolis, were barred."Haven't had one customer the entire day," said police officer W. Cunningham, the lone sentry posted at the rear entrance to San Francisco's grand City Hall. "No babies, no couples. In fact, no one's asked about any kind of license.
"And anyway," he added, "who'd be in this much of a hurry to get married?"