I visited the good old used bookstore again, today. And I'm very happy I did.
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Seven dollars.
Out-of-date DeLorme atlases for OR & CA. Free.
I offered a buck apiece, just to make it nice.
The book on Mountain Names. Five bucks for a Dover publication? Bloody Murder!
A huge binder full of local CA topo maps and two huge JMWilderness maps and The Index of Orvis Fly Patterns/John Harder. All free.
Check in each and every week in most of the stores around here and you can find some bargains on occasion. I've been lucky the last few days.
It's a nice downtown, just right for a good walk, interesting people most places I go, like Gabe's Tavern or the Partisan, both occasionally, mind you. I've been going into the Bella Luna, the Italian place, for lunch now and then, and they have a mac 'n cheese to die from, there's so much,and they make a VIBRANT Tuscan scramble for breakfast, too. Lots of peppers. Decent Bloody Mary's, too. Speared pickle, olive, garlic clove.
Then there's Pinnochio's which is new, like Bella Luna, but it's hard to keep track, because restaurants come and go so quickly here, it seems. Pin's is only open two months, maybe, but serves great food. family-owned, with one in Sonora. Greatest peppers and sausage in Middle Earth, with the spicy mustard. Bloody Mary's are cheaper than Bella Luna, but not as much spice. Un-inspired garnish. Every bartender's different.
And today, on seeing the "Open" sign, I walked into the newest bistro on Main St. They are the replacement for Fernando's Bistro, which had good food but not enough clientele with the bucks, but that's the biz...
The name of the place is the Five Ten. See them on Facebook. Ooooh!
Their Bloody Mary was over-priced, but looked like a batch of salsa. Cucumber spear, nice touch. Solid, openly inviting place, but they have lots of work to do yet so give them a few weeks.
The bartender actually knew what Five Ten really is, but said it was really just the place's address, 510 W. Main.
Our dear Montessori-bred brats need all the protection they can handle.
I like the traffic barriers, too.
And the Circle.
Northside up to Rose it's Martin Luther King, Jr. Way.
North side of Rose the via becomes the Alameda.
the Way...
You say hey there, like
In old hipster heaven, it's a cool place you find in the Risen Rosen Garden to sit and rest the rest of time away
there is no mantra there is no mantra there is no there in Oakland just here is your man mantra man and your woman mantra woman
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there were flames found on Regent Street in the middle of the night and only the pie tins led the dogs to the good stuff--the brownies the brownies the brownies
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We always BRAKE for BROWNIES!
We always BARK for BROWNIES!
We're trained to BARK at DARKIES!
We BARK for Duncan Hines! http://www.duncanhines.com/products/brownies
One two for each of us and none left over.
Then we ate all the enchiladas, too!
Dolores' brother Marc has the record: Seven meat enchiladas in one meal!
I believe Randy had only cheese enchiladas, and so Gypsy probably did, too. Jones liked burritos with beans and would accept the enchilada. The recipe from her sister, Shari? It was "authentic." So we used canned enchilada sauce.
zBrown, we talk and eat around here. Even singing at table is allowed if you feel the need.
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On Regent Street, Nina's sub-let. Nina was a friend of Dan Ake. I hope you remember Dan Ake, Gypsy. He's another old climber I haven't seen in about as long as Throwpie, since '80, at least. We had a great neighbor, who held a good job with the Pacific Film Archive. We played chess a LOT when we lived up in that place above the garage.
Our TV had gotten stolen and some cash taken from our apartment on Telegraph. I took it personally, because I had seen the thieves in the hallway coming out of the apartment across from ours and thought they were friends of the guy living there, and I just shut the door and didn't dead-bolt it, like right in front of these three people! I went downstairs to go back to work, thought nothing of it, then came home to find the place ripped off, along with several other apartments.
Junkies. they are part of life in Berkeley and Oakland, face it, except maybe there are more tweakers now than the other. So...
We elected to move to save money and have a much quieter neighborhood. It was no further to the BART station, but Dolores quit the Cost+ Imports and went to work in a day care just a block up from us on Hillegasse anyway, because the difference in pay was slight and the commute, meh. (What commute did either of us have--one block up hill for her, two blocks down hill for me.)
I remember the grafitti on the way into Berkeley from the Caldecott, which said: "Commuters are polluters." And it was ugly on purpose.
The people who owned that house where Dolores worked were so Berkeley it was like they were the very type, sort of in a way almost. She ran the day care, he was a MIME!
No matter climb2ski's been to Berkeley
He didn't go there enough
"Martin Luther King, Jr. has been honored with renamed streets all across America. MLK, Jr. streets never run through affluent sections of town, unless the town is Berkeley."--Steve Cassady
Grove Street, which stretched for several miles north from Downtown Oakland into North Berkeley, was renamed Martin Luther King Jr. Way in 1984. The street had once represented the dividing line between neighborhoods where minorities could and could not live or buy property.--Wikipedia
So Mariposia has some piggies, it is getting spring time.
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Just would need to put one of these babies up; kick back wait for the ring to send photos to the smart phone and then decide what to bring? That bottom one I'd bring gernades.
The again thinking now;would just piss him off more.
See the m in the disk? Eric, the owner, claims he paid just $2,900. He refurbished it over several years, and if he sells it to me he will allow me to keep it parked where it is for safe-keeping.
He wants to place it on eBay, and so he wants to getsome daylight pix of the Metro. Throwpie knows his car shift (three speed on the column).
It's likely just pie-in-the-sky, as I have a friend whose uncle is a mechanic and refits cars constantly and he "can get me a deal." (You know how that can go.) It might be that I am more smiley-face with a jalopy Chev sedan or old bashed Ford like Abbey had. No Bond cars like zBrown's fantasy--that looks like a Healy, but it could be a wind-up skateboard, for all I know... :) Total geek at woking on Lippincottery. Did you guys see Lippincott's Meddling thread? My sentiments in a deer dropping.
Let us know!