I only spoke to him for a few minutes, though, because we were headed into the city to watch “The Sopranos” at a friend’s house. He asked for pictures “of the area” where we live. “What, do you want a photo essay on homeless people? Or maybe the Marxist library down the street?” “Oh, yeah, Berkeley is kind of a liberal area. They had some problems in the 60’s.”
‘Some problems’? The cops, the National Guard, gassing the crowds, the beatings, the students shot, the helicopter attack… that qualifies as ‘some problems’? We live down Telegraph from People’s Park, and those pictures from 1969 now seem familiar somehow, seeing some of the same buildings from our neighborhood. Enter the king of understatement… Berkeley’s “kind of liberal” and the riots were “some problems”. WTF is wrong with that man? And he was even alive then, the same age as some of the protesters in the park. Grrr…
Enough bitching. If you’re interested, my hair is now strawberry blonde instead of yellow. Yellow was too hard to maintain.
Oh, some good news: Molly and JR are coming for Christmas! “Molly’s coming over! Molly’s coming over!” sung a la Blue’s Clues keeps running through my head. They’re coming Christmas Eve and leaving New Year’s Day. An excellent turn of events.