Boy did this column resonate with me. I grew up in Berkeley, California, and know exactly what you're talking about. I remember when Reagan sent the National Guard down Shattuck Avenue in tanks in the middle of our Berkeley High lunch hour. I remember the kid who very seriously asked me "When the revolution comes, what side are you going…
Boy did this column resonate with me. I grew up in Berkeley, California, and know exactly what you're talking about. I remember when Reagan sent the National Guard down Shattuck Avenue in tanks in the middle of our Berkeley High lunch hour. I remember the kid who very seriously asked me "When the revolution comes, what side are you going to be on?" before launching into a lengthy diatribe about Marxist/Leninist ideology. So many so-called "leaders" who didn't do anything but pose for the camera even then. The spotlight grabbers always want to "burn it all down," but then it's the quiet ones who have to come in when it's over and rebuild.
I was living in an apartment a few blocks from the UC Berkeley campus in the summer of 1968. There were regular crowds that would gather on Telegraph Avenue to listen to antiwar speakers rile them up and rile up the waiting police. After this went on for a while, the police would storm out of their positions, bang heads, and arrest whoever they caught. Being a rather timid soul, I would leave when the tension increased and go home. I tell you all this because those rile-em-up speakers were friends of one of my room-mates. They reached my apartment at nearly the same time I did. Stirred up trouble and then quick hid from it.
I was 4 blocks from campus, one block toward the hills from Telegraph, near the beginning of Regent St in a modern (at the time) apartment building. I was extremely unimpressed with these men who setup others to get hurt and ran away themselves. Went to one SDS meeting, where the women made coffee and the men debated how to take over national SDS to increase their political power. So much for idealism.
An idiot who had the partial excuse of being a 16 year old boy (kid brother of an actual rent-paying roomie), invited some self-anointed "revolutionaries" to move into our living room. These two men wore all white, ate our food, contributed nothing but a pack of useless followers. They told respectful stories of a "revolutionary" in Central America whose virtue lay in hosting them on his hacienda. They smoked a lot of pot, never let anyone get any peace and quiet. They got a neighbor's kitten high, let it burn its paws on the electric stove without alerting anyone (neighbor took his cat to the vet when he got home), then self-righteously flounced off to parts unknown a few days later when I kicked them out. Did you happen to meet them?
there were a lot of weirdos around back then, they must have gotten lost in the crowd on Telegraph.
Do you remember a very hip women's clothing store down Telegraph from the Mediterraneum - about halfway down? It was created by a young woman named Jacqueline West. Today she's an older woman with three Oscars and several nominations for costume design on A-list movies. She works with the likes of Dennis Villenueve (Blade Runner 2049, Dune 1 and 2) and Scorsese - nominated this year for costume design for "Killers of the Flower Moon."
Absolutely true. Got an email from my insurance company about dog ownership. Says to observe your dogs behavior, use caution before buying, and socialize your animal. Too bad that dogs can't vet the people who take them. They are at the mercy of morons, cruel ones at that. Now Cricket is being slandered on Fox, making the original cruel stupidity worse.
I'm glad I didn't get to Berkeley until '73. I missed most of the stupid stuff.
I missed all that women making coffee while the men debated BIG ISSUES. I learned early in life that women were equal to men, when my parents decided they needed to explain that to me. My maternal grandmother had a PhD and so did both of her daughters.
Boy did this column resonate with me. I grew up in Berkeley, California, and know exactly what you're talking about. I remember when Reagan sent the National Guard down Shattuck Avenue in tanks in the middle of our Berkeley High lunch hour. I remember the kid who very seriously asked me "When the revolution comes, what side are you going to be on?" before launching into a lengthy diatribe about Marxist/Leninist ideology. So many so-called "leaders" who didn't do anything but pose for the camera even then. The spotlight grabbers always want to "burn it all down," but then it's the quiet ones who have to come in when it's over and rebuild.
I was living in an apartment a few blocks from the UC Berkeley campus in the summer of 1968. There were regular crowds that would gather on Telegraph Avenue to listen to antiwar speakers rile them up and rile up the waiting police. After this went on for a while, the police would storm out of their positions, bang heads, and arrest whoever they caught. Being a rather timid soul, I would leave when the tension increased and go home. I tell you all this because those rile-em-up speakers were friends of one of my room-mates. They reached my apartment at nearly the same time I did. Stirred up trouble and then quick hid from it.
We must have been living a few blocks apart back then, Joan. I saw the same things you describe here.
I was 4 blocks from campus, one block toward the hills from Telegraph, near the beginning of Regent St in a modern (at the time) apartment building. I was extremely unimpressed with these men who setup others to get hurt and ran away themselves. Went to one SDS meeting, where the women made coffee and the men debated how to take over national SDS to increase their political power. So much for idealism.
You'd have had a lot of "fun" at the 1967 SDS National Convention (of which I tell a story above)
An idiot who had the partial excuse of being a 16 year old boy (kid brother of an actual rent-paying roomie), invited some self-anointed "revolutionaries" to move into our living room. These two men wore all white, ate our food, contributed nothing but a pack of useless followers. They told respectful stories of a "revolutionary" in Central America whose virtue lay in hosting them on his hacienda. They smoked a lot of pot, never let anyone get any peace and quiet. They got a neighbor's kitten high, let it burn its paws on the electric stove without alerting anyone (neighbor took his cat to the vet when he got home), then self-righteously flounced off to parts unknown a few days later when I kicked them out. Did you happen to meet them?
there were a lot of weirdos around back then, they must have gotten lost in the crowd on Telegraph.
Do you remember a very hip women's clothing store down Telegraph from the Mediterraneum - about halfway down? It was created by a young woman named Jacqueline West. Today she's an older woman with three Oscars and several nominations for costume design on A-list movies. She works with the likes of Dennis Villenueve (Blade Runner 2049, Dune 1 and 2) and Scorsese - nominated this year for costume design for "Killers of the Flower Moon."
Ah, no. My fashion sense has always been zilch. But I do remember a women’s book store in Berkeley from the early 70s, very cosy place.
Good lord, kitten abuse the worst
It's right up there with shooting your bird hunting puppy when it hunts birds (as in chickens) instead of putting a better fence around your coop.
You are so right. Dog was doing what she trained it to do. SHE was the problem.
Dog was doing what its breed does. As Jess Piper writes, Noem has shown she can’t be trusted with animals or guns.
Absolutely true. Got an email from my insurance company about dog ownership. Says to observe your dogs behavior, use caution before buying, and socialize your animal. Too bad that dogs can't vet the people who take them. They are at the mercy of morons, cruel ones at that. Now Cricket is being slandered on Fox, making the original cruel stupidity worse.
I'm glad I didn't get to Berkeley until '73. I missed most of the stupid stuff.
I missed all that women making coffee while the men debated BIG ISSUES. I learned early in life that women were equal to men, when my parents decided they needed to explain that to me. My maternal grandmother had a PhD and so did both of her daughters.