field work. 537 clay street is now 475 sansome. city park officially subsumes the site for the 1st location of the women's cooperative printing office of san francisco that ran the women's printing union. where clay meets leidesdorff street, a bronze plaque on one hidden corner of city park is dedicated to james sloan hutchinson, a banker who spoke up about animal cruelty after having watched a hog or boar being dragged out into the street in 1868. but, no mentioning of the women's printing union as having begun here before being relocated. emily pitts stevens ran the union's printing affairs here until 1869. she probably knew hutchinson after that event or perhaps she or some of her female printers happened to glance out the window from the 3rd floor and see it all unfold. but this is all untold. forgotten. subsumed. built over. forget that her fledgling printing operations led to other historical points in women's history in printing. forget how her operations were handed over to people like amanda slocum, another printer and spiritualist. never mind that spiritualism was a movement that helped jump start the women's suffrage movement. forget that women like emily pitts stevens organized the only public speaking event in san francisco on women's rights that susan b. anthony and elizabeth cady stanton came to lecture for in 1871. now, this is all built over by a city park parking lot structure so large that it must devour several former addresses to keep all under one level of shared concrete. now, this is all compressed between meager records of male markings by otherwise unknown men such as hutchinson and leidesdorff (even though he is credited with being san francisco's earliest prominent black citizen). so, do these ghosts support each other in spirit now? how a city buries itself over and over. how a city builds and thrives on what isn't there.