The New York Times has a special and colourful obituary of August Wilson.
I saw several of his plays at the Pittsburgh Public Theater, and my father gave me several beautiful editions of his plays when I was growing up in an entirely different part of Pittsburgh from where Mr Wilson's plays are set.
Greg mentioned that some of our (now mutual!) neighbours have put up a tastefully-designed community resources web site for The Lower Haight (sometimes marked on maps as The Lower Haight Shopping District, presumably to entice tourists into spending their hard-earned monies on kindbud and outre one-off fashions). Greg stopped over yesterday after chowing down at Rosamunde's, had a glass of beer, and watched us maintain domestic tranquility (read: fold laundry and move boxes around).