Growing Up in Alameda: ICYMI

Missed a week of Dave LeMoine’s fabulous serial blog, Growing Up in Alameda? To commemorate the publication of his popular series, we’ve assembled links to each part right here in one post.

January 14: Beyond the dumps
Dave offers an introduction of Bay Farm Island, circa 1957.

January 21: Happy Days and the Fonz
The epitome of cool. Read more >> about Growing Up in Alameda: ICYMI

Amblin' Alameda: Toothache

Nothing quite focuses the attention like a toothache. Invisible to others, it comes to dominate one's life with its single-minded insistence on being attended to.

Other wounds to the flesh can accomplish the same sort of focus, but only for a while. Usually one can eat and drink and read or watch TV to distract oneself, but a toothache is in a class by itself. Eating and drinking become problematic, and distraction becomes nearly impossible. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Toothache

The Agenda: School merger, car share policy and more

For the week of March 23, 2015


The Commission on Disability Issues meets at 6:30 p.m. Monday, March 23 in Conference Room 360 on the third floor of City Hall, 2263 Santa Clara Avenue.

On the agenda: The commission will discuss the 25th anniversary of the Americans with Disabilities Act and October Disability Awareness. Read more >> about The Agenda: School merger, car share policy and more

Growing Up in Alameda: Can a ‘49 Chevy jump a telephone pole?

Dick Stevens worked full time at the corner Chevron station. His main car, until it met a brick wall at the end of Flower Lane, was a ‘47 Ford convertible powered by Oldsmobile. Dick was given this ‘49 Chevy four-door sedan. With nothing better to do, we used to ride around town.

One day Dick, Red, Budda, Flip, and I were cruising the back streets when Dick said, “Ya know, these Chevy transmissions are strong. I wonder, if I were to ram the car into reverse at 35, could it burn rubber backwards?”

“Do it!” came the cry in unison. Read more >> about Growing Up in Alameda: Can a ‘49 Chevy jump a telephone pole?

Amblin' Alameda: Neighborly

For the past several weeks my sweetie has been reading aloud to her granddaughter from Harper Lee's "To Kill A Mockingbird," while I eavesdrop from my chair in front of my computer screen. The life described in the book, which takes place in a small town Alabama in the '30s, is predictably full of racism and ignorance and rife with the sort of "neighborliness" we tend to glorify in our re-write of the American past. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Neighborly