Fire and Smoke

Yesterday I walked out of Walgreens on Market Street and I saw the smoke I was walking into. I’d seen the smoke from the North Bay fires in Napa, Santa Rosa, Calistoga, Glen Ellen, and points between, as I rode over the Bay Bridge that morning. And on Monday, I had been able to see…

Mornings in Oakland When I’m Remembering

Yeah, the 16th Street Station gets me every time I see it. I don’t see it as it is now, I see it as it was when I could get a chocolate milk and powdered donuts at the snack bar as we waited for the Southern Pacific engines to come by.  And I see the…

Sunday Afternoon at the Ballpark with the (Homogeneous) Crowd

I recently attended a Giant’s game with some cousins on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The sun shined down upon us, the breeze smelled (pleasantly) of the bay, and the crowd roared its approval of a home team win. We were celebrating a family birthday, and her special day was “good luck” for the Giants. They…

My BART: A Sort of Memoir about my Father

When my dad died in 1993, the BART Board of Directors sent a funeral flower wreath. It was in the shape of the BART logo. Really. A blue and white ba. My family was honored, but my cousins and I thought it was the ugliest thing we’d seen in a long time. Especially after my…