If a bullet should enter my brain

In a previous post I mentioned how on my trip to San Francisco I took a stroll down Castro Street and unsuccessfully searched for the storefront that used to be Harvey Milk's camera shop. The current tenants of the space have made sure that won't happen again—they've commissioned a very visible commemorative mural inside the front window, inscribed with Milk's famously prescient line, "if a bullet should enter my brain, let the bullet destroy every closet door." More pictures and background at Towleroad.

And while I'm here, I'll recommend the 1984 film The Times of Harvey Milk (Ebert review, YouTube preview), which would be an excellent documentary even if the subject matter—the nascent gay movement in 1970's San Francisco, its charismatic figurehead, and his tragic assassination—weren't so compelling.