Burglaries are cause for alarm

MONTCLAIR had its wonderful holiday stroll last night. There were warm, fuzzy feelings all around. But there’s trouble percolating in paradise and if something isn’t done — the character of our village will change forever.

In the wee hours of night, when the pubs are emptying and delivery trucks are making their rounds, there’s another element of society at work. Burglars, who use cover of darkness to break into businesses and spirit away goods, even as alarms are piercing the air.

It’s happened to Joe Sullivan twice since summer. Thugs have smashed his window at Montclair Pharmacy and grabbed, of all things, bottles of Codeine-laced cough syrup.

“They drink it to get high,” says Sullivan, who says they only got two bottles the other night — and one of them broke in the escape.

But what really irks this long-time shop owner is that no-one reported the alarm or the broken window to police.

“Someone must have seen something,” he says, “because they pulled the frame off the door and used that as a pry to get past the laminated glass. It wasn’t a quick smash and grab.”

And Montclair Pharmacy is just one of several village shops that has suffered overnight break-ins.

“Things in Oakland aren’t going to change until people help them change,” Sullivan laments. “Until people report what they’re seeing.” If we don’t, he predicts shop owners will have to resort to metal bars on their windows. Metal bars in Montclair Village ? Not very idyllic, is it?

CELEBRITY SIGHTING: Guess who bought one of the first Christmas trees at the Boy Scout tree lot on Moraga Avenue in Piedmont? The hills’ newest high-profile resident, Jerry Brown. Reader Terry Lee says the state attorney general and former Oakland mayor stayed a half-hour to talk to the boys, who run the stand annually as a fundraiser. By the way — the Scouts have gone green this year, selling energy-efficient LED tree lights which use 98 percent less electricity than conventional lights. And the lot is well-stocked with 300 more trees, after selling out completely last holiday season.

E-MAIL BAG: Thanks to reader Liane Scott for letting me know about a free trip to Japan for Oakland fifth-graders. It’s for kids who want to be Junior Ambassadors and travel to Oakland’s sister city, Fukuoka. The two week cultural exchange includes a home stay with a Japanese family and time at a global camp with kids from some 43 different countries and regions. It’s sponsored by The Oakland Fukuoka Sister City Association (OFSCA) and the Asian-Pacific Children’s Convention (APCC) and applications can be downloaded on their Web site at http://www.oakland-fukuoka.org.

DOG’S WORLD: The much-anticipated Glamour Paws pet boutique is open in Montclair and is fast developing a reputation for designer doggy wear. I saw several “well-heeled” pups coming out of there, the other day, with new houndstooth jackets. OK, maybe not houndstooth, but this shop does sell jackets, sweaters, tee-shirts and even tutus for dogs who want to lead the pack when it comes to style. And why not? With Montclair ‘s canine mayor — it seems only fitting.


Rain Can’t Dilute Stella Beer Run

STELLAAAAA!!! A cacophony of calls filled the air whenever they saw us. Riding with Stella was creating a scene — which was, in fact, the point. I was driving a Vespa pulling a sign saying “Stella Artois” through the streets of Oakland and Berkeley. Call it Guerrilla Marketing — a way of moving a beer ad through thousands of people and having them notice.

The company is called Scooter Media and I found the job on Craigslist. “Wanted: Scooter drivers to assist in mobile ad campaign. Must have motorcycle license and clean DMV record.”

I applied and was put through a rigorous training that included driving through several obstacle courses. I made the cut.

We rode in a pod of six scooters, making our way up Broadway and Telegraph to the Cal campus. It was raining but that didn’t stop us from winding our way through the crowds of football fans spilling out of restaurants and bars before the big USC game.

I felt like a rock star all dressed in black with my sunglasses and silver helmet. People were screaming and pointing and two guys kept trying to give us hugs in the middle of the street. To say we stood out in Berkeley was the ultimate accomplishment. And for me, it was an “odd job” I’ll never forget.

CLEANING UP: If you want something done, give it to a busy person — someone like hills mother of six, Jennifer Adam Bunkers. As if she weren’t busy enough with kids ranging from newborn to teen, she just launched a new line of skin care products for children. TruKid is natural and organic and free of the kind of harmful ingredients found in so many other lines.

“Young children absorb up to three times more chemical substances through their skin than adults do,” she says, adding her products teach kids healthy habits that will “hopefully last a lifetime.”

To that end, TruKid even has its own music CD, featuring her 9-year-old daughter, Haley, and 6-year-old son, Freddie. But when it comes to testing the face washes, sunscreens, lip balms and creams, the whole family gets involved.

“I bring all kinds of products home,” Bunkers says, adding she even uses the lotion on her 10-week-old son’s eczema. Trukid is taking off overseas, too.

“We’re creating a little cult,” she laughs, “and getting hits from almost every country on our Web site, Trukid.com.”

For Bunkers, it’s not just about keeping her own family healthy. TruKid is a concept with universal appeal.

ANIMAL TALES: When they call it a “toy poodle,” they’re not kidding. Reader Maria Ku says her tiny pooch Lala recently was scooped up like a rag doll by a hungry hawk. The bird swooped into her hills yard and snatched what looked like a tasty morsel, then dropped it on Crestmont Drive in front of her house.

“She was going to be run over by the very next car,” Ku says, “but luckily, my neighbor Patty Wooton drove by and saw a dog lying on her back with all four paws outstretched up in the air.” They rushed Lala to the vet, unconscious and bleeding, and the doctor was able to save her. Now Lala is indoors nursing her wounds — and the hawk is still looking for dinner.

E-MAIL BAG: Speaking of ruffled feathers, reader Peter Rukin says he was “stunned” to read my column item “which seemed to chide passers-by for not stepping in to prevent a theft in downtown Montclair.”

He writes: “As any law enforcement professional will tell you, it is extremely foolish to confront someone with a deadly weapon to prevent property theft.” Peter — the Town Crier never suggested a confrontation. A simple phone call to 911 would have sufficed.

Burning Down the House

OAKLAND MAGAZINE – NOVEMBER 20007

la-tazaWhen Daniel Brajkovich opened La Taza de Café in Montclair in 2004 , I knew we couldn’t keep him. His savory tapas and hot Latin Jazz were too big to contain in a small neighborhood restaurant. He needed a whole house.
Today, he’s bringing the house down with a Cuban café and club that’s so popular it’s often packed to the rafters. Of course, there’s the ever-changing weekly menu, from small plates with various combinations of grilled chops, plantains and spicy sauces to such platos grandes as garlic-studded slow-roasted pork and snapper almandine. Then there’s the dancing. Take a Saturday night this past summer, for example, when a room full of patrons paid $8 each to learn how to salsa. The instructors were the sexy dance duo of Garry Johnson (longtime dance teacher at Allegro Ballroom in Emeryville) and his partner, Viola Gonzales. As the lesson progressed, the warm yellow house at 3909 Grand Ave. (formerly the site of Autumn Moon restaurant) started to come alive. Women in sleek, sexy outfits and guys in cool cotton cabana shirts were pouring into the bar, the back room, the outside patio and two rooms upstairs.
The champagne mojitos started to flow and bodies pressed seductively against one another as the primal beat pumped through the halls. I could sense that something was about to explode—like spontaneous combustion from too much heat. And then it began; couples twirling in tandem to the intoxicating rhythm, as if they were dancing under a star-studded Havana sky.
It’s human nature to want what you cannot have. Cuba is off limits to most Americans, yet we have an insatiable urge to taste—to experience—if only for one passion-filled night. La Taza de Café answers the call.
La Taza de Café, 3909 Grand Ave., (510) 658-2373, is open Tue.–Sun. for tapas, dinner and dancing, and serves brunch 10 p.m.–2 p.m. Sun. For a schedule of dance lessons and entertainment see www.latazadecafe.com.

Thug acted, but only one reacted

WE HAVE EYES, but we cannot see. How else can one explain the shocking daylight “smash and grab” at Montclair Village’s Wheels of Justice? When I wrote about this crime in my column last week, I only told half the story. A youth used a handgun to smash the shop’s window and road away on a bike, with a passer-by following in hot pursuit.

“That was my husband,” a friend of mine told me after she read my article. “He had the babies in the car and was chasing this guy but he lost him.”

The alert motorist, the only person who reacted when the thug smashed the window during the Monday morning commute, was Lynn Beckwith. He’s the same guy I wrote about earlier this year when he recovered a stolen motorcycle on his street (and found its owner).

Beckwith saw the guy smash the window and grab the bike, then followed him around the block until the thief disappeared behind Safeway. He said he realized his first job was to keep the babies safe, so he gave up the chase and called police. But where were the other witnesses? There were plenty of people, he said, on the streets drinking coffee. Why didn’t anyone else report the youth, who was caught on security camera repeatedly bashing the window until it shattered? We have eyes, but we cannot see. Or perhaps we see, but feel helpless to respond.

HIDDEN KITCHEN:: Readers have been asking about the building going up behind the Caldecott Tunnel on Fish Ranch Road. It looks like a home but in fact, is a test kitchen for recipes featuring California Bay leaves. Tamara Attard and her family own the land, which is zoned for agriculture and tucked between the EBMUD watershed and the East Bay Regional Parks.

“The government tried to take it through eminent domain,” she said, “but it was some of the last farm land in Orinda.”

Attard’s specialty spice company, Bayseng, is pushing California Bay as the world’s best bay.

“Better than Mediterranean,” she said, because California Bay has a kind of cinnamon flavor. She’s looking for recipes they can use to market their bay leaves, which grow all over the hills. If you have a favorite use for bay, shoot her an e-mail at tamara@bayseng.com.

ALL SHOOK UP: Elvis had the perfect song to describe how I felt during last week’s earthquake. Working in one of Oakland’s historic old buildings, we were jolted out of our seats during what seemed like a full 30 seconds of shifting and swaying. It reminded me that many of us aren’t ready for the “big one” – but they are in Piedmont Pines. Several families in the neighborhood have bought emergency kits from Randi Lee’s home business, Early Bird Safety (www.earlybirdsafety.com). With everything you need for 72 hours, it seems like a smart, if not timely, idea.

WHERE’S WALDO?: Never mind Waldo – where are Benny and Harriet? The bunny and the guinea pig who have been living in a pen outside Studio Montclair have disappeared. Photographer Reenie Raschke says when the landlord complained, she moved them to her house, where they’re sharing a coop with five chickens.

“Benny is happier than he’s ever been,” said Raschke, who says her bunny rules the roost. But Raschke’s customers aren’t as thrilled. “Since he’s been gone, I’m not exaggerating, 35 people have come in, some sobbing, saying, ‘Where’s the bunny?'”

Rainy Days and Fridays

NOVEMBER IS HERE and with it, the start of the rainy season. The Town Crier likes rain, as it gives her a dewy complexion. But it’s not just about moisture-kissed skin. The rain marks an obvious end to a nervous time for hills folks — fire season. With each passing storm, the landscape gets greener. Tinder-dry brush turns lush — and takes on the look of an Irish countryside. It’s nature’s time for transition.

BRAZEN BURGLAR: It takes guts, or stupidity, or both to smash a shop window during daylight hours and ride off on a $7,000 bike. Even more surprising is how the thug broke the glass, with a handgun he repeatedly rammed against the front pane of Montclair’s Wheels of Justice. The good news is the “smash and grab” was captured on a security camera across the street last week. The bad news is the guy hasn’t been caught. A sharp-eyed motorist tried to chase him down, but the thief got away. I guess a $7,000 bike makes a pretty good getaway vehicle.

E-MAIL BAG: Being a motorist is maddening enough without learning the nuances of Montclair’s new meters. Reader Cathy Sharp says you’d better plan carefully how much time you buy before printing out your parking voucher. “The receipt you put on your dash for an hour is not like BART tickets, which you can put back in the machine and add time to,” Sharp says.

Meanwhile, Joe Sullivan over at Montclair Pharmacy and the Book Tree says the new meters are downright confusing, and the city is taking full advantage of the situation.
“The meter maids are out here ticketing left and right,” he says. And what about those chopped off poles? How ugly are those? Apparently there’s some plan to use some of them for bicycle posts and pull out the rest. But right now, they stick out like a stumpy sore thumb.

HEAVENLY HARMONICS: Local musician Amy Brodo tells me she’s directing the Junior Bach Festival this Sunday at 12:30 p.m. at UC Berkeley’s Morrison Hall. What a treat to hear Stephen Schultz, one of the most flawless masters of the baroque flute and Elizabeth Blumenstock on baroque violin. The price is right too. $5 for youth, and $10 for adults.

GOT GOATS?: You’ve heard of horsepower? Well a homeowner near Ascot and Mountain is using goat power to clear his brush. Two pot-bellied pygmies were grazing in the grass the other day, tucked securely behind a fence around the perimeter of the yard. It’s clear they

MARY CANALES – Ice Cream Maker

Oakland Magazine – Nov. 07
MARY CANALES KNOWS THE SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS. Just a year after leaving a high profile job as a pastry chef at Chez Panisse, her new shop, Ici, is raising the bar for gourmet ice cream, sorbet and sherbet in the Elmwood. It’s no wonder, with eclectic flavors like lemon and gingersnap, handmade cones and ice cream sandwiches and hand-dipped vanilla and chicory bonbons.

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Where do you get the ideas for your flavors?
First of all, I definitely follow the seasons, so what’s growing is really what inspires me. I mean, literally, I have to park a little bit away from the shop, and I’m always aware of what’s growing in people’s yards—their gardens. You know, there are apples ripening now and the fennel seeds, the pollen on the ends—you can’t help but notice, it’s all around you. Not that I’m going to go into people’s yards, but you see what’s growing, what’s seasonal.

Apples? Fennel? Those seem like awfully healthy ingredients for ice cream. Don’t tell me you use basil too.
As a matter of fact, we made basil ice cream here not long ago … really just inspired because at the farmers market there were these huge bunches of basil next to the peaches I was buying. I thought it might be interesting, and it does go with the fruit flavors. You can have a scoop of basil and a scoop of plum and it’s really good.

You must have some colorful dreams at night.

I remember as a kid, dreaming about blueberry pancakes and having to have them or wanting to learn how to make them. Before Christmas, I did dream that I wanted to make a frozen bûche de Noël. It’s crazy, but I figured out how to make them in my dream, and I made them all night. I woke up exhausted.

Does your staff have input into your flavors?
As we’re working we’re constantly coming up with things. I believe all the ideas don’t come from one person. I thrive in a collaborative kitchen like I had in Chez Panisse. When I left Chez Panisse I thought I would leave that, but I was so blown away the first week or two here, we already had it again. We’re all dreaming about ice cream, I guess.

You’re husband, Paul, is the chef at Oliveto. How do you juggle your schedules and raise a family?
It’s a crazy chef’s life or artist’s life, and I do tell people who are coming into the business: This isn’t 9 to 5 Monday though Friday. It never will be. My husband and I have it structured that we spend as much time as we can with the kids, so we have our days off kind of staggered. But I’ve always been a pastry-chef mom, so to them it’s normal. And we’re so happy doing what we’re doing, that’s the real payoff, I guess.

Is there any ingredient you’ve vowed never to put in ice cream?
It’s kind of hard to say, but I don’t really like garlic ice cream. Even though you can imagine garlic in cream in pasta or something like that, it just doesn’t really speak to me. I had wasabi ice cream in New York once. It was interesting, but it doesn’t really work for me. It’s kind of the nouvelle-cuisine, do-it-just-because-you-can sort of thing. But I guess I’m a little more rooted in tradition. At the end of the day, I just want to make something that’s delicious. – Ginny Prior

Ici is open daily at 2948 College Ave., Berkeley, (510) 665-6054.

Trying to Stop the Stoplight

Eat it. It’s good for you.” Those are the pearls of wisdom “Mother Oakland” is dispensing as she tells us to take Montclair’s new stoplight, like it or not. Despite the opposition, and it is considerable, the signal at Mountain and La Salle is slated to go up in mid- 2009. The good news, says Derek Liecty with the Stop the Stop Light Ad Hoc Committee, is “this gives us some time to strategize.”He anticipates “a nasty fight,” and says “an injunction against the city may be the only way to go.” To that end, he’s looking for people to help with expertise and money.

“I believe that it is indeed time to organize public comment before the situation gets totally out of hand,” he says, knowing he’s in it now for the long haul.
Reader Mike Petouhoff sees it as the ultimate irony. “We have funds for a stoplight with little support, but no funds for something which everyone agrees we need.”

That something is an expanded parking lot at Shepherd Canyon Park, which is overrun with soccer players many nights and weekends. The Shepherd Canyon Homeowners Association has done the grunt work, providing a traffic and pedestrian safety study, including a pro-bono site survey, soils report and parking lot layout. They had eucalyptus trees removed and worked with the Montclair Soccer Club to raise $30,000, even finding a contractor that met the budget.

How did the city react? Petouhoff says they spent taxpayer money to revise the studies then ran out of money. “The city wants us to hold a bake sale to come up with more money now,” he says in frustration. Meanwhile, cars continue to line the road, forcing families to walk on the shoulder of an increasingly busy route. Talk about liability.

GREEN DAY: A botanical block party has taken root in the Lakeshore District. Reader Odette Pollar says her early October plant exchange was such a success, she’ll do it again in March.
“The idea started when I had extra plants that I needed to remove for a backyard project,” she shares. Not wanting to waste them, she came up with a plant exchange and got Comcast cable and Grand Lake Ace Garden Center involved. In the end, 95 people brought plants, big and small, from as far away as San Francisco. You can come to the next one by contacting Odette at plantexchange@hotmail.com.

BULB GIVEAWAY: I’m talking fluorescent light bulbs, not plant bulbs. Reader Dagmar Serota says PG&E is giving away free compact fluorescent lightbulbs at her citywide service day for the planet from 9:30 a.m. until noon Sunday in Dimond Park. Serota founded the Penny Roundup Program in the Oakland schools, and is launching a new project now — sprucing up Dimond Park with a new community garden. Bring your shovel and pitch in.

WATER WORKS: What’s in your drinking water? Just ask the students at the Oakland Hebrew School, who have been monitoring our water quality this fall. It’s part of a nationwide government grant to hundreds of Jewish schools in the United States and Israel — geared toward water quality education. It’s a reminder, too, that clean water is a basic human right — despite the popularity of bottled water in this country.

HAPPY HAUNTING: Just in time for Halloween, there are reports of a ghost at one of my favorite haunts, La Taza de Café. The stately old upper Grand home has housed many a restaurant over the years, and at least one ghost — an old lady who floats through the kitchen area in the wee hours when the prep work and cleaning are done. She’d have a lot more fun if she showed up during La Taza’s famed Salsa dance classes!

Doctor Gives Town Crier the Boot

MY DOCTOR GAVE me the boot the other day. It’s a big black shell with killer Velcro straps that makes me look like Big Foot. It’s been the butt of a lot of jokes since it became part of my lower extremity. My husband calls me “Das Boot.” My kids call me “booty.” My friends – well, they’ve stopped calling me because I’m too needy. But my boot has taught me a valuable lesson. Pamper your feet. Keep them healthy and happy and they’ll give you support. Shove them in bad shoes and they’ll turn on you. Sure — there’s surgery, but the road to recovery is full of potholes. I remain strong, however. I have no choice. I refuse to be … de-feeted.

AROUND TOWN: Merchants have been complaining about the swarms of students who roam Montclair Village when school lets out, particularly on minimum days. AC Transit drops them off outside Crogan’s and they reportedly hang out for hours with nothing to do.

But two Montclair moms want to change that. Mimi Rohr and Deanna Rifai are pushing a plan to provide after-school activities for the teens, especially on Wednesdays when they’re out of school early.

“Better to work on something positive than to come down on them with no solution,” says Rohr, who has been active for years at Montclair Elementary School . She and Rifai are working with the Montclair Recreation Center to start pickup games on the baseball diamond and other free programs for teens. “Those supervising would be young and hip so that they wouldn’t stand out,” says Rohr, who says Montclair Veterinary Hospital has already pledged $500 for the program. If you’d like to help – you can call Rohr at 510-338-0670 or send her an e-mail at mimi@fnphoto.com.

SPECIAL SERVICE: You’ve heard of silent prayer? Well the students at Zion Lutheran School in Piedmont had a prayer in sign language at their weekly chapel time recently. Classmate Marcellus Esezobar and a visiting Lutheran pastor signed the Lord’s Prayer for students, as part of a special service for the deaf. Esezobar uses sign language every day because his parents are deaf. But despite his family challenges, he’s thriving at Zion , a school he joined this year. Keep up the good work, Marcellus. You’re an inspiration to us all!

BIG HONOR: A little bird tells me that hills writer and mother of three Mary-Ann Smith is being honored with a Hall of Achievement Award from the University of Oregon . Smith graduated from the university’s school of journalism in 1963 and used her lifelong love of words to become a teacher and co-director of the National Writing Project. Today, the NWP has centers in more than 200 U.S. universities and more than a million teachers have benefited from her work.

CELEBRITY COUP: “The Boss,” Bruce Springsteen, is doing a benefit concert at the Oracle Arena on Oct. 26 for Oakland’s People’s Grocery. This is quite a coup for the nonprofit group, which uses gardens and cooking classes to promote healthy eating in West Oakland. To make even more money, they’re auctioning two pairs of front section seats (starting at $300 a pair) for the Friday night event. If you’re interested, call 510-652-7607 and put in your bid.

ANIMAL TALES: Nighttime is party time for wildlife in the Oakland hills. Raccoons have been digging up the lawns to find fresh grubs (especially juicy after an early evening rain). Baby skunks have been leaving their scents in the most populated places, like the parking lot of The Hills Swim Club. And deer have been nibbling nasturtiums and eating the faces off freshly planted pansies. It’s a regular “Wild Kingdom” each night when the sun goes down.

Being at two with Nature

HAVE LAPTOP — will travel. One of the things that I love about my profession is being able to work anywhere. I’m sitting in the garden courtyard of Montclair Branch Library, totally charmed by the little brown birds sucking nectar from a bushy purple tree. Like tiny Christmas ornaments, they bob merrily on the brightly colored branches, giving life to a plant that might otherwise go unnoticed. Distracting? Yes, but I’m reminded of the wise words of Woody Allen, who said of a moment like this: “I am at two with nature”.

BEACH PROTEST: Body language isn’t always easy to read. But there’s nothing subtle about reader Brad Newsham’s impeachment message, which he’s spelled out four times on Bay Area beaches in recent months. The Beach Impeach Project was born in his Oakland kitchen after his 9-year-old daughter brought up the Web site Google Earth. “Something dinged in my head, and within two to three minutes, I had the idea for ‘Beach Impeach’ fully formed and was off and running,” he writes. Now Newsham is a celebrity, of sorts. He’s been interviewed by every network from CBS to the BBC. Not bad for a 56-year-old dad who makes his living as a cabbie in San Francisco .

E-MAIL BAG: I love it when I’m lectured on the virtues of driving a Prius, a car I helped popularize in the East Bay when I first purchased and publicized the vehicle back in 2000. But at least one reader was apparently appalled that I’d give up my hybrid for a little Scion sports coup: “I found it offensive that you felt compelled to tell your readers that your personal sense of style, or desire to be different from the crowd, was more important than reducing your use of fossil fuels,” Nancy Lane writes. “By all means, consider your individuality when you choose your clothes, your hairstylist or your next meal at a restaurant. But please reconsider publicizing — flaunting, really — a disdain for higher gas mileage purely because “everyone does it.”

On the hot topic of Montclair’s proposed stop light at Mountain and La Salle, reader Lin Barron asks: Would an “on demand” pedestrian light work instead — such as the ones on Grand Avenue and Lakeshore. She says that might quell the city’s fear of liability for pedestrian injuries.

Speaking of the Village, reader Joanne Sandstrom has figured out how to get the most bang for her buck at Montclair parking meters. Use dimes. She says an hour paid in dimes costs $1.25, compared the $1.30 it will cost if you pay with quarters or the $1.50 you’ll pay if you use nickels. The big bag of change can also be used as a weapon if you’re mugged.

CRAFTY MOVE: Montclair’s Knitting Basket has reopened with a new owner, Kelly Nayo. Nayo works for Coldwell Banker in Montclair and began an online Crochet Boutique last December when she needed extra money in the soft real estate market. But her love for the craft goes back even farther, to the first time she picked up the needles at age 7. As you can imagine, Nayo has never been accused of having idle hands. She’s an active parent at Montclair Elementary School (where she has three kids), serves on the School Site Council and is a Girl Scout Brownie troop leader. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

Barbara Dane – Crowd Pleaser

OAKLAND MAGAZINE – IN THE MIX
October 2007
Barbara Dane can still belt out a tune, even on her 80th birthday. The longtime Oaklander made a name for herself singing jazz and blues with Louis Armstrong, Muddy Waters and others and is married to Irwin Silber, the left-wing author and one-time editor of Sing Out! magazine. In addition to several concerts this year (including a milestone 80th birthday gig at Berkeley’s Freight & Salvage Coffeehouse in July), her popular 1966 folk album with the Chambers Brothers was recently reissued on CD and others are available on her Web site, www.barbaradane.net.

Is it true that your singing career started at a protest?
I was part of a demonstration against a hotel, and I was tasked with leading the singing because everybody knew I could sing. Without even much time to think about it, I was shaping the sound that I felt would tell my story.

What story was that?
I grew up in Detroit in the throes of the Depression. My dad had a little neighborhood drugstore and a WPA gang was working across the street. A black man came in, and in a very soft voice, asked for a Coca Cola. I poured it and put it on the counter and invited him to sit down. My dad came running out of the back room and said to the man, “You know you can’t drink that in here,” and [he] shooed the man out.” It was not racial hatred; it was [Dad’s] fear for his own survival. I realized later that, what I did, mentally, was step into the black man’s shoes. I was not on my dad’s side—and that actually became a theme throughout my whole life.

It became a theme in your sister’s life, too.
She’s 78 and lives in assisted-living down in Glendale, and when the war started, she started a vigil by herself on the main corner in Glendale, holding up a little sign that read “Honk if you want peace.” That vigil has never stopped. Every Friday at 6 o’clock, downtown, you’ll see them there.

Hasn’t it been kind of a downer singing songs of protest and social struggle all your adult life?
Actually, engaging in anything is where the joy is. If you don’t engage, you can be beaten down by it, whatever the problem is. It’s where the sense of self-ownership comes about—where the joy in life comes from—that sense that I’m free. No one is telling me what to do.

So I guess no one has told you it’s time to retire at 80. But how do you keep your voice in shape? Morning exercises?
I don’t get up in the morning, first of all, and secondly, I never exercise. In fact, I hardly ever sing until it’s time to sing. When it’s time for a performance, I start singing in the car or sing as I go through daily tasks. Singing is communication for me, so it’s got to be communication, not practice.

It’s got to be a blast knowing you can still draw a crowd at 80.
I wasn’t planning to do an 80th birthday concert. I’d already done a 75th—a four-hour concert at Freight & Salvage, and I kept people way too long. It was too self-indulging, but there are so many kinds of music I love to do.