By Christopher B. Daly
Even from the grave, media mogul William Randolph Hearst continues to make headlines, reshape the landscape, and build edifices. Turns out, one of the rockpiles he bought in Europe was never re-assembled but just lay in a shed in San Francisco’s Golden Gate
Park. Until, that is, a band of monks and a California artisan brewer (is there any other kind inthe Bay Area) teamed up to put all the pieces back together again.
A rare feel-good story involving Hearst. (Actually, there is a missing feel-bad angle: these stones belong in Spain and should have been repatriated. Hearst, the cultural imperialist, should not be allowed to get credit for this.)