Fire on the Mountain!!! See some Flames on the ridge?Check out 1:16, my bother.
Fingering the fickle
I chased a pickle
And ended up
With a stack of pancakes at Smokey Joe's.
Strawberry Canyon Syrup, too!
Sæther was born in Odal, a traditional district in the county of Hedmark in eastern Norway, on the farm Nordstun Nedre Sæther (Sør-Odal). His parents were Peder Larsen and Mari Kristoffersdatter. Sæther was a fisherman before emigrating to New York City in about 1832. He entered the banking house of Drexel & Co. in Philadelphia and remained there until 1850.
In 1850, he and his business partner, Edward W. Church, moved to San Francisco and established the banking firm Sather and Church. Upon his death, the Sather and Church banking firm was absorbed by the Bank of California. Peder Sather was a trustee of the College of California, which would later become UC Berkeley.
His first wife Sarah Thompson was born in 1808 in Connecticut and died in 1881. They had 4 children: Caroline E. Sather, born about 1838, Josephine Frederikke Sather (married Bruguière), born about 1843, died when the White Star Line passenger liner RMS Arabic was torpedoed on August 19, 1915. Mary Emma Sather, born about 1845 and Peder B. Sather, born about 1846. Peder Sather was the maternal grandfather of photographer, Francis Bruguière.
Peder Sather married secondly, in 1882, the widow Jane Krohm Read. She was born 1824 in New York state and died 1911 in California. After her husband's death, she donated money for the construction of a gate and belltower, both of which are named in their honor. She also created an endowment for the Sather Professorship of Classical Literature.
My daughter graduated from UC Berkeley and I loved going up there to visit. At that time there were all these young people living up in these really cool trees that the city wanted to cut down, shame though the tools kept really bright lights blaring up at the trees during the night.
I saw a lot of hippies while up there, so you people who stated you didn't see any, not sure where you were, daily some kinda rally was going on by the school.
I know this is probably yuppie but I loved the gourmet ghetto, there was an organic Mexican restaurant there to die for, best Mexican food I've ever eaten. And all around the campus were great restaurants with cheap prices, awesome ethnic food.
It was hard to find a better time than the Dead at the Greek...only missed one, when my daughter was across town being born on 7/14/84...she was popping out right when they started the second set...Help on the Way/ Franklin's Tower