Berkeley view from above; UC Berkeley students in 2005 with campus Republican club who might have used AC Transit for transportation. First photo on MRE Commercial Real Estate website, Second photo was posted on a UC Berkeley Campus Republican website.
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Published news brief by Lurene Kathleen Helzer, East Bay Journal, May 16, 1994, Berkeley’s school superintendent retires”. This small item regards retirement of Berkeley’s LaVonia Steele. There were previous stories about her plans to retire, so this mention was just a courtesy for local readers.
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Published news story by Lurene Helzer, Berkeley Daily Planet, April 26, 1999, “Cal students OK transit ‘class pass’”. This public transportation plan was enthusiastically viewed by both University of California at Berkeley students, and Berkeley’s city council members:
The program will be funded through student fees. The students had to approve the fees, however, through their student elections, which were held last week on campus.
“It is not easy to vote to tax yourself on something that benefits the larger community. The students stepped right up to do that. Very impressive,” said Armstrong.
The pass will be available for purchase in the fall semester on campus. Students will be able to use the passes not only for AC Transit rides around the East Bay and into San Francisco, but also for free rides on the campus shuttle.
“I hope this will encourage students to ride the shuttle, particularly in the evening, even for short distances, because I think this could be a significant crime deterrent,” Armstrong said.
Berkeley police have said that Berkeley’s image as a pedestrian city has sometimes attracted criminals who are looking for easy robbery targets, particularly at night. Students are particularly vulnerable.
Photo of Oakland neighborhood where we all lived in 1987 from Flickr.
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Unpublished essay for unborn baby by Lurene Helzer, May 18, 1987, untitled essay about how Julie Jorgensen of Oakland, CA, told her boyfriend, Rob, of her pregnancy.
I had dated Rob’s handsome cousin, Doug, a few times. I think he lived in Fremont or Union City. We had nothing in common, but he had the good manners, wonderful looks. That’s about as deep as my dating got in 1987, I must admit. Doug was clearly the more gracious, the more steady, of us. I have fond memories of him in 2009.
Those were good days in 1987 Oakland. Julie and her family, friends, were neighbors and friends. I write this essay to baby we’d just learned was forming in Julie’s belly:
He thought it was great and miraculous. He started to make predictions about the next nine months. He said she would probably be moody.
He seemed to know more about being pregnant than Julie did. He was the kind of guy who wouldn’t complain if she wanted something weird like pickled sardines dipped in chocolate at 2:36 a.m. on a rainy Sunday night. He’d find a way of getting them, even if he had to hop on his bad ankle all the way.
Rob didn’t want anyone to know. But when he took her out to dinner, she said he told four or five waitresses. Then she told me. Over a game of pool and a Budweiser, Rob told Doug. Julie told me I could tell Lloyd. I told Lloyd. Rob also told a few select family members.
But remember, said Rob as he was getting out of Doug’s truck, “it’s a secret.”
As long as no one read that week’s issue of NEWSWEEK, I figured it would stay that way.
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