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Running in the 'Meda: Redwood Regional Park

To celebrate one year of blogging for The Alamedan, and for my third installment of the "Great Places to Run in the East Bay" series, let's go to Redwood Regional Park. This is a huge park up in the Oakland hills that has, not surprisingly, lots of beautiful redwood trees. There are 38 miles of trails in the park, most of which I have run on at one time or another. Read more >> about Running in the 'Meda: Redwood Regional Park

Growing Up in Alameda: The prototype skateboard

We were in need of a new challenge. Someone remembered the old orange crate coasters we built as kids. Why didn’t we improve on that concept? Let’s take a piece of 2’x4’ and an old steel shoe skate, merge them, and try balancing.

Well it kind of worked, but there were no hills in Alameda, so off we went to the Oakland Hills. Instead of a gradual hill, of course we went straight to Joaquin Miller Park. Big mistake. Gravity does work but not always to one’s benefit, as flatlanders would soon find out. At that time in history, bloody, holey Levis were not in vogue. Read more >> about Growing Up in Alameda: The prototype skateboard

Amblin' Alameda: Park Street for linner

Here's the thing. Aging imposes new rules on living, and one whole subset of rules governs eating: when, how much, how often and how bland. It also drives bedtime ever closer to getting-out-of-bed time.

Where once we happily played adult games all night and into the morning hours, we now eye the approach of 10 p.m. with a new version of "bedroom eyes" which ask the question, "Wanna go to bed?" where "bed" now means "sleep," unlike the days of youth when it meant no sleeping tonight, oh boy! Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Park Street for linner

Growing Up in Alameda: Night cruise to San Francisco

It was another warm fall evening, about 7:00, still about 70 degrees, with a full moon. Ben had left the Chiquita tied to the float thinking it would be used the next day. Red, Budda and Flip owned small, very fast, 11-foot boats with 35-horsepower outboard motors. We used to race up and down the estuary and run through a slough called Sweet Pea at high tide, off San Leandro Bay.

“Let’s take the boats out for a cruise,” one of us suggested. Read more >> about Growing Up in Alameda: Night cruise to San Francisco

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