Greetings, Neighbors: I am looking for others who were affected by the closing of the Coastside Family Health Clinic. Mostly I am thinking of those of us who are on Medicare, MediCal, self-pay, or uninsured. On March 27 I went down to file for the release of my medical records, as the recording on the clinic's phone message requested. There I was told that the files would not be released to individuals, only to a doctor or institution. I don`t know any other doctors. My doctor at the clinic, Lorraine Page, was the only full-time doctor there. Being a lifelong surfer and a career chef, I`m familiar with a lot of emergency rooms far and wide, usually for stitches or minor broken bones. which meant two or three visits, less when I started removing my own stitches and staples. I was a patient of Dr. Page for 18 years, and one of her first. Those folks in that clinic worked HARD every day, working for free often when needed just to keep the doors open. I don`t know the exact details, but what was printed in the San Francisco Chronicle was not very accurate. If you are in a similar position, or have information to share, please contact me at my email address below. There are folks down there without means to get over the hill to a hospital, many of them Spanish-speaking-only families with no care. Maybe we can help those without voices also. I would just like to know what the facts are. Thanks.
How many times in your life have you had the opportunity to tactilely re-experience a wonderful memory by smelling or tasting something familiar? And if you’ve been lucky enough to be transported back in time by something as innocent as a smell or taste, would you want to share that pleasure with others? If you answered yes and are looking for just such an experience, there is a little storefront bakery in San Francisco’s Richmond District that will take you back in time when you walk through its front door.
If you’ve ever wondered where to buy Irish scones (real Irish scones) or Irish brown bread (real Irish brown bread), there is a place outside of Ireland, next to a bar called The Blarney Stone on Geary Boulevard. It is an Irish bakery started two years ago by a product of Belfast’s legendary apprentice system. Master Baker John Campbell holds an Order of The Master Baker from Belfast City and a Guilds Bakery Certificate.
What this means to you and me is an honest-to-God trained journeyman Irish baker who specializes in aromatic, flavorful time machines of authentic Irish baked goods that will send you to the stony fields of Eire for as little as $1 per scone or $5 for a loaf of brown bread (which must be eaten warm with a slather of crunchy peanut butter to truly understand what it means to live in a smoky thatch-roofed cottage ringed by dry stone walls built eons ago by hands unseen). A modest, well-made scone or slice of warm brown bread can be a powerful thing.
Scoff you may, guffaw you might, but having lived in Ireland for eight years as a teenager, I feel qualified to vouch for just how real and authentic the baked goods are that Mr. Campbell produces locally. The storefront is also authentically Irish, with its style of font and window display. And if you really want to know how good John’s scones are, try muscling your way through the throngs of elderly Chinese ladies who habituate the bakery as if they owned the place. That’s how good this bakery is: You have to fight your way past people of other nationalities to get to your own.
Of special note are the raisin scones, soda and brown breads, sausage rolls with either pork or beef sausage filling, and the raspberry chocolate bread. Oh my God, the raspberry chocolate bread—and yes, it tastes as good as it sounds. John also makes Guinness bread, traditional pasties, soups, and rhubarb crumble. Walking into John Campbell’s Irish Bakery is like walking into the middle of a time in your life you most likely have forgotten or maybe never had—that time when a sensation of smell and taste turned you into a humble believer in things greater than yourself.
One way or another, sampling John’s baked goods will reignite pleasant memories and transport you to a place far, far away from your current state of mind for a fraction of the cost of a vacation. Pamper yourself this spring and take a trip to a mountainside that slopes into a sheltered bay, where little white cottages dot the landscape as they have for centuries. Experience the aromas and flavors of food perfected over the centuries, the product of a country that has populated the United States with people, music, and food—great food.
John Campbell’s Irish Bakery is open daily from 7 a.m. to 8 p.m.
between 20th and 21st avenues at 5625 Geary Boulevard in San
Francisco’s Richmond District. You can call ahead to 415-387-1536. If
you want to try Mr. Campbell’s scones and other baked goods locally in
Pacifica, patronize Tranquilitea Tearoom on Francisco Boulevard at
Paloma next to El Toro Loco. Tranquilitea has been open for a while now.
Clorinda Campagna snapped this photo of Mildred Owen on March 22 at the High Tea and Doll Show benefit for the Pacifica Historical Society's restoration of The Little Brown Church. The "Tea for Two, Dolly and You" event was held at Pacifica Moose Lodge.
We are deeply saddened to announce the death of Mildred Owen, the beloved creative force behind Pacifica Performances and Sanchez Concert Hall. Mildred was involved in the local music and arts community for many years, and extended many kindnesses to her friends and colleagues in other organizations, including Pacifica Riptide and Pacifica Peace People. It was always a pleasure to see her at a peace vigil or in the concert hall, where she emceed events ranging from chamber music and classical recitals to Celtic and bluegrass bands. Please click the Comments button below to read people's tributes to the life of Mildred Owen or to leave your own remarks. We will post any news of memorial services when such information becomes available. We all will miss Mildred so much. "She was supposed to be here forever," said a good friend of Mildred on hearing of her death.
JOHN MAYBURY EDITOR & PUBLISHER PACIFICA RIPTIDE
(Bob Pilgrim photo of Mildred singing America the Beautiful at the Sweeney Ridge National Park dedication ceremony in 1984, with Norm Dutton on baritone saxophone.)
"Get a load of the prepped-out dude with helmet hair," says Peter Loeb of this Bob Pilgrim photo showing young Pacifica Mayor Loeb speaking at the Sweeney Ridge GGNRA dedication ceremony in 1984. Loeb rode up to the ridge in a car with S.I. Hayakawa (above, right), who fell asleep in the car, something he was famous for doing. Peter says he can't remember who the gent on the left was. Anybody remember him?
MT. REDOUBT: Alaska's Mt. Redoubt volcano has erupted at least 19 times since March 22, and several of the most powerful blasts have spewed clouds of ash and sulfurous gas into the lower stratosphere. The last time an Alaskan volcano blew its top (Kasatochi in August 2008), similar clouds caused fantastic sunsets around the Northern Hemisphere. Today's edition of Spaceweather.com features satellite maps of Mt. Redoubt's sulfur dioxide emissions. Using these maps, we can track the volcanic clouds as they drift around the globe and be alert for unusual sunsets and other phenomena when they pass nearby. Visit SPACE WEATHER for more information and updates.
A magnitude 4.3 earthquake struck 11 miles north of Morgan Hill and 16 miles south of downtown San Jose at 10:40 a.m. today. "I felt a strong rocking sensation for a couple of seconds on the second floor of our house in Montara." said Barry Parr of Coastsider.com. "Scared the hell out of me," said Leslie Davidson of Pacifica.
I went to the Jan Dutton Memorial Concert March 29. The music was excellent. I saw people I hadn't seen for a long time. Her collection of campaign buttons was particularly amusing. I haven't seen a "Jerome Waldie for Governor" button since I was a child. I am guessing that she must have lost her Adlai Stevenson button along the way. She was one of my favorite plumbing customers, and I needed to allocate extra time because after every job was complete, we spent some time solving the world's troubles at her kitchen table. We have all, whether we know it or not, benefitted from knowing Jan Dutton.
Somewhere beyond the high blue yonder beyond the long horizon where dreams and visions await the strong at heart to pick them up and work them into truth there exists a shimmering city on the near side of holiness the far side of personal pain
All its citizens are gathering to welcome Mildred. Free of aches and agonies she glides down Main Street on a glossy grand waving graciously like Queen Elizabeth majors and minors bursting out of every bar fine air gleaming with glissando twang echoes of a thousand concerts reverberating on cool galactic tides
Finally she descends and glides into an enormous cosmic hall to be greeted by the Mother of Cellos and David with his humming harp. She looks around checks the quartets and the choruses the locals and the internationals the program notes the microphones the infinite acoustics… “Okay,” she says, “Let’s get this place organized.”
Meanwhile back here in our dog-eared suburb we feel an emptiness, a gap an aching silent space. Mildred is gone whom no one can replace.
Eric Olin Wright, University of Wisconsin, talks about his forthcoming book Envisioning Real Utopias. The entire book manuscript is online with the consent of Wright's publisher, Oxford Press: ERIC OLIN WRIGHT
Dig this crazy headline/subhead combo from the March 19 Contra Costa Times, sent to us by G-Man: "AIG CEO a reluctant defender—Despite being on the job for only 6 months, company leader magnate for criticism." Fire that spellchecker!