Jerry Green was like a brother. I spent a lot of time at his house on Garden Road, which was just next door to Dan and Dick Lufkin. From their front doors, looking across the street, were farmlands all the way to the bay. Jerry’s dad, Dave, was an Alameda fireman – a kind, wonderful man, and another father figure. I had the privilege of working for him during his last year as an assistant chief in the Alameda Fire Department.
It was social week in Alameda for me last week, and it came about in totally unexpected ways. To begin with: I had accepted a job as a model, one of a dozen people asked to portray a group of "active seniors" in various settings. Easy work, reasonable pay, and the request of a dear friend.
An Alameda Point open house that members of the City Council and Planning Board will attend is scheduled for 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. Thursday, January 29 at Callahan Piano, 1800 Ferry Point, Alameda Point.
Welcome to this week’s edition of The Broad Brush, your weekly, two-sentence news review. Here’s what happened this week.
Earlier this week, President Obama gave his annual State of the Union speech. While watching part of it, it occurred to me that we should all take stock of ourselves in a "State of the Body" evaluation.
Our first encounter with Fred “the Fonz” Gaspar took place kitty corner from Alameda High School at Rider’s Drive-In, which was at Oak Street and Central Avenue. Fred was 10 years older, drove a ‘48 Ford pickup and had a reputation that scared us to death. He was a fighter and a motorcycle racer, the epitome of COOL. Truly, we were the “Happy Days” prototype, 17 years before the TV show aired. (I was a jock, but more the Richie character.)
One of Alameda's many outstanding features is its location. We sit in the very center of the action in the San Francisco Bay area; draw a circle around us 10 miles in diameter and everything important is within it. On Sunday we took advantage of our proximity to The City of Fog to have brunch with a friend followed by a matinee (and I think premiere) performance of "The Cable Car Nymphomaniac," a musical by Tony Asaro and Kirsten Guenther.
Presented at Z Below, this piece takes off from the actual 1960s case of a woman involved in an accident on Muni who claimed it turned her into a nymphomaniac and who collected over a million dollars from the city because of it.
The Board of Education will hold a special meeting at 6 p.m. Thursday, January 22 at Island High School, 500 Pacific Avenue.
Welcome to this week’s edition of The Broad Brush, your weekly news review. Here are your local headlines for the week.
The developer behind one of the most prominent, most litigated projects in Alameda has restarted the permit application process. Some key details have changed since his last push, according to newly available documents.
I like to track my fitness. When I was in my 20s and 30s, I focused mostly on how fast I was running, typically comparing my times for road and track races. When I got into my 40s, though, as with approximately 100 percent of humans, I couldn't run as fast as I used to, so I started to look at my year-to-year fitness in different ways. Sometimes it involved miles of running (e.g., how many compared to the previous five years), or combined workouts of running, walking, cycling, and swimming.