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Amblin' Alameda: Antioch

On Saturday morning we strolled up and down Park Street, taking in the delights of this past weekend's art and wine fair. We hugged some friends, bought a trinket and paused for the music at each end of the tent line.

There have been cavils about there not being enough art or wine at the fair, but our walls are full and our wine consumption is not what it once was, so we didn't feel any lack. One of the pleasures of life in Alameda is the number of friends one runs into in one's daily passage, and the fair is always a good place for a lot of that. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Antioch

Amblin' Alameda: Charity society

The weather has been wonderful this past week: warm days, cool nights, slightly foggy mornings, just bliss. Of course, it would be here in Alameda, the very center of the old philosopher's Golden Mean. Not too much, not too little, but just right! Come to think of it that's Goldilocks' standard as well. Nothing like being in the company of a world famous young woman. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Charity society

Amblin' Alameda: Fog's back

Summer has definitely arrived. The marine layer lives off shore once again, and the climate has provided several days of perfection in the minds of some of us.

With the fog at hand nights are cool and eminently sleepable, mornings are pleasant with a hint of cool and then the day mellows further in "the warm California sun." This weather pattern brings a feeling of "life is good" with it and encourages stopping to smell the roses and admire the sunsets and just sit on the porch and soak in the beauty of it all. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Fog's back

Amblin' Alameda: Olde Tyme Fourth

I have to admit, we crossed the estuary to celebrate the Fourth. We like the parade in Alameda, we've watched it from San Jose Avenue and Park Street for many years, we even participated one year. But this year, we received an invitation we couldn't refuse.

Just about 10 minutes away in Oakland is the Pardee Home Museum, which held its annual Fourth of July fundraiser. This year the featured performers were Frederick Hodges and Ann Gibson, who do songs written between 1890 to 1930. Frederick is a friend, so we decided to celebrate by listening to his music. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Olde Tyme Fourth

Amblin' Alameda: Haircuts

My ambivalence about hair cutters began long ago and far away, in the wilds of the East Bronx at the end of the 1940s. I was about 10 when my mother sent me to get my haircut at the regular place (the local barbershop - they were barbers before they became hair cutters) trusting that I would come home looking as I always did after one of these visits. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Haircuts

Amblin' Alameda: The first farmers market of summer

It's a week and a day early, but the first farmer's market of the summer happened Saturday. The stalls were all bursting with produce, the stone fruits are in abundance, Asian vegetables abound and the air is warm and soft and inviting. Even without the evidence of the fruits, veggies and flowers, the appearance of bare legs and arms would give it away. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: The first farmers market of summer

Amblin' Alameda: The parking minuet

Parking is tight in Alameda, but I didn't have to tell you that. Parking is tight in the commercial corridors, but even tighter in the neighborhoods.

On my block of Walnut Street, there are a maximum of 13 on-street parking spots at any given time; that would be approximately one spot for every unit in addition to a good deal of off-street parking. It's clearly not enough for all the cars owned by the block's residents. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: The parking minuet

Amblin' Alameda: As the crow flies (or doesn't)

The outstanding feature of many adventures is just how unexpected they are. "Expect the unexpected" is an old saying - pithy but useless. One cannot, by definition, expect the unexpected. But stuff happens and serendipity will lead to more adventures than careful planning ever will.

It started as a normal Sunday morning: a stroll along Shore Line, a shower and a short drive for me and my sweetie to meet a good friend for brunch. We had a lot to talk about, and the setting was comfortable and unpressured, with endless refills of our glasses and weeks to catch up on. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: As the crow flies (or doesn't)

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