Montclair Man Makes Midlife Makeover

IF YOU LIKE ice cream, you’ve probably seen Clyde Bruff. His face is on the “wall of fame” at the Montclair Malt Shop. Of course, so is mine — yet I somehow manage to walk around each day in virtual anonymity.

Bruff, on the other hand, has one of those looks that just grabs you: big glasses, big smile and big personality. Which probably explains why, after 22 years, he gave up his job as an investment broker to become an actor.

Meeting Bruff at Colonial Donuts the other morning, he could barely contain his enthusiasm. Here was a guy in his mid-50s with the bubbly effervescence of a teenager going to his first prom. Thank goodness I’d ordered the BIG cup of coffee, jacked up with chocolate. Bruff was on a roll and his wit was as sharp as a samurai sword.

“My first film is being released next month,” he told me, revealing that the 61/2-minute performance he gave three years ago had been chopped down to 38 seconds.

Still, it stars Kirk Douglas — not a bad guy to work with when you’re just starting out.

And since then, the parts have been coming at a pretty good clip — some 30 of them in the short time he’s been doing this. One of his favorite films was shot right here in Oakland, creating quite a commotion in the neighborhood around 16th Street.

“‘In Sense of Need,’ I played a guy whose life was absolutely coming apart,” he recalls. “In fact, it was coming apart so deeply when we were filming it on the streets of Oakland, the police were called by the neighbors.”

Going bonkers must have been fun for Bruff, who even in the doughnut shop was slipping in and out of characters. One of them sounded like Mr. Magoo and when I pointed it out, Bruff hammed it up even more.

“This guy really is happy,” I thought to myself, “despite swapping a big money career for one that’s — well — not very reliable.”

But Bruff has never looked back.

“Eventually it comes down to the point where you just want to follow your dream. Of course, you have to have a sense that you can make that dream happen,” he says. For Bruff — I can see it in the cards.

HEAVENLY CALL: Father Larry D’Anjou is looking for a few good men. Not for the Marines but for priests. He’s the director of vocations for the Catholic Diocese of Oakland and says the number of candidates is actually on the upswing from a low point in the 1990s. Still, there are several parishes where churches are strapped for priests, especially in the East Bay’s Vietnamese, Filipino, African-American and Hispanic communities.

E-MAIL BAG: Many apologies for getting the name of the flower shop wrong in last week’s column about local drummer, Katja Cooper.

Reader Sherry Taddei writes: “You may have us mixed up with the Flower Outlet on La Salle.

“No problem, it happens all the time,” she writes, adding that Montclair Florist is the oldest florist in the village — celebrating its 45th anniversary this year. Thanks for the note, Sherry, but actually, Katja works for Casa Blanca Florist next to Italian Colors.

AFTER DARK: You don’t always see it when your eyes are on the road, but nighttime is the right time for an animal safari. Reader Debbie Timber says her favorite four-legged friends are two foxes who come out at night on Pinehurst Road through Canyon.

“One is white and the other is red,” she writes, adding they often come up to the road with their beautiful coats shining in the moonlight.

Food For Body And Soul

THE POWER of prayer is not to be poo-pooed. Just ask the Dinner Dames, a group of Crocker Highlands and Corpus Christi Church women who specialize in food for the body and soul.

Started by local Realtor and radio personality Katie O’Shea, these ladies are more than just good cooks. They also have a perfect record when it comes to healing.

“We have done dinner and prayers for six people who have had various life-threatening problems,” says member Jean Zika, “and they all pulled through.”

She should know. Her own husband, Pat, was the recipient of one of their heavenly interventions. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer last spring and the Dinner Dames went to work. They started a prayer chain that eventually stretched around the world and then they really started cooking, bringing meals to the family twice a week.

The proof was in the pudding. Just hours before Pat’s scheduled surgery, doctors did one last test and determined he didn’t have cancer at all — he had a bile stone. Was it a miracle? Jean thinks so.

“The power of prayer from all the friends and the support from the Dinner Dames — it changed it from something very bad to something that was treatable,” she said.

Whether you’re a believer or not — it’s hard to argue with the outcome. Six people — six little miracles. Life is sweet.

NEW NEIGHBOR: Montclair’s Village Square Shopping Center finally has a tenant to replace the old Montclair Produce. AAA (California State Automobile Association) is opening an office in the oversized space that’s been vacant for a couple of years. Some merchants are concerned about the number of employees and customers the office will bring (parking has always been an issue here). But everyone is glad to finally have a tenant that will bring potential business to the center.

E-MAIL BAG: As Oakland braces for more rainy weather, hills resident Catherine Brady makes this plea to readers: “Would you be so kind as to remind the public that our city employees cannot do all the work that needs to be done.”

She says we all need to go outside and clear the storm drains near our homes, so water has somewhere to flow. It’s good advice that may help prevent another lake from forming at the bottom of Shepherd Canyon Road.

PHONE HANG-UP: It’s tough to communicate when you don’t have phone service. Just ask the folks along Moore and Shepherd Canyon Road, who have been without their telephones since the New Year’s Eve storm. And to make matters worse, reader Steve Fuerch says he had to call SBC more than once to report the problem (apparently there’s a communication problem at the phone company).

By the way, cell phones don’t work in that part of the hills, so these folks are really at a loss for words. Here’s hoping they’ve fixed the problem by the time this column is published.

DÉJÀ VU: What’s old is new again when it comes to recording music. Just ask local musician Mark Abboud, who’s band Genghis Khan has just put out a 45 — as in RPMs. It’s a two-sided platter he had pressed in the Czech Republic for less than a buck a record. But who has the machines to play them?

Abboud says most of his fans borrow record players from their parents, which really makes me feel really old. Still, I’d take mine out of storage if the price were right.

Pop Secrets At The Paramount

Oakland Magazine – December 2005

For a woman in her golden years, Jean Cunningham spends a lot of time in the attic. No, she’s not sorting through family heirlooms, or even cleaning house. The scope of her work is much bigger than that, as she strives to preserve a body of music that spans more than a century.
Jean is on a mission to save one of the largest collections of musical scores in the country. To do this, she must climb the old, narrow staircase to the top of the historic Paramount Theatre several times a week – where row after row of sheet music is cataloged and stored in a cool, dimly-lit room.

On the day I was there, a match was made. The drum and trumpet scores came in for an out of print piece and Jean carefully added them to a folder with parts for the flute, saxophone and other instruments. “I believe that makes a complete set,” she said, like a puzzle-master fitting in the final, critical piece.

It’s a project Jean has overseen since 1975, when she was a professional flutist for the Oakland Symphony and the orchestra’s music librarian. “Jack Bethards was the manager of the symphony,” she remembers, “and he was the prime mover behind the symphony buying the Paramount and saving it from the demolition ball.” She says Bethards donated a huge collection of pop music scores to the Paramount in the mid 1980’s and she was asked to catalog and maintain it. “The stars were just right,” Jean adds, saying the symphony was bankrupt and she was ready for retirement anyway. She just needed to tweak her tastes in music a tad. “I had a masters in musicology and I was a musical snob and here I was dealing with this pop stuff,” she laughs. “Now I love it.”

In her days with the Oakland Symphony, Jean played many of the songs that she’s now trying to save. Musical arrangements from as far back as 1850 that are still in demand today. In fact, the library gets calls from musicians worldwide who want to perform these pieces. “It’s mostly word of mouth,” Jean says. “We get requests from Canada and Europe, we even had one from Thailand.” It’s usually conductors looking for full sets of music that they can perform. “Big band music is the most in demand” she adds, tossing out household names like Miller and Dorsey and Ellington and Basie. Jean charges a handling fee, which allows her to receive a small stipend for her work. The Paramount provides the storage space and pays the electricity and the phone bills. But there’s not much more to it than that. “When real librarians come here, they just throw a fit,” Jean says, referring to the modest facilities. “We have some acid-free containers for original, one-of-a-kind scores, but if it were a real archival library it would be temperature and humidity controlled.”

And that’s the plea of most every non-profit. They need more money and help. “Attrition and old age have set in,” says Jean, “and I don’t have many volunteers anymore.” Yet the music keeps coming in – 25 cartons from one source and 50 from another. Some cartons from the CBS Radio Orchestra came in with scores so brittle, they literally fell apart when they were touched. In the basement of the Paramount, the music was carefully pieced together on a board under plastic and then photographed before being moved to the attic for storage. Up and down the stairs all day, it’s a labor of love that helps Jean stay physically fit. But even more importantly is the mental stimulation, and the satisfaction of knowing she’s preserving a treasure. It makes her life’s work all the more melodic. For more information, you can call the Paramount Theatre at 510-893-2300, extension #810. Or you can email Jean at jcunningham@paramounttheatre.com

Remembering What’s Important

IT’S 2006. Are we having fun yet? Trees are down, there’s muck all around and as I write this, the power is still out at my son’s school. All this is trivial, though, when compared with the loss of a life.

My neighbor died in the storm last week. Dick Crossen loved to work outdoors and had a soft spot for children and animals. He’d feed my cat when she came by, and bought loads of Scout cookies and nuts from my kids — giving them as gifts to family and friends. Often, I’d see him on my neighborhood walks — clearing brush. He always stopped to chat. I’ll miss those conversations. The street will seem sadly quiet now.

NEIGHBORLY WARMTH: Reader Janet Jolley knows what it’s like to have great neighbors. She says her former street, Woodhaven Way, is one of those rare places where everybody knows your name. The neighbor ladies have a Wednesday hiking group that has been in existence for over 25 years.

“These ladies were all in their 50s, 60s and 70s when I met them and now some of them have died but the hiking group continues — with me as the youngest member at 60 and Barbara Sherman the oldest at 80,” Jolley writes. She says they have a great Christmas Party every year with the tackiest white elephants gifts you can imagine. The closeness the experience is reminiscent of a time when so much revolved around family and neighbors.

It’s time to recapture that tradition.

NEW DIGS: Montclair’s romance with Cuba has come to an end. A raise in the rent has reportedly sent La Taza de Café packing. They went out with a bang on New Year’s Eve and will open Feb. 1 in the old Autumn Moon Café at 3909 Grand Ave. More room and lower overhead were the lures. But their presence will be missed. Once again, the music has been silenced in Montclair.

METER MADNESS: An overzealous meter maid has folks hot under the collar in the Glenview.

It’s one thing to circle the streets like a vulture, waiting for meters to expire. But some people are finding tickets on their cars in the two-hour zones when they’ve been parked there less than two hours. There’s nothing like fighting a parking ticket to make you realize you’ve got virtually no voice at city hall.

FINE WINE: A while back I wrote about a hills family that was crushing grapes in their garage. Apparently there’s more wine production than I realized in Montclair. Reader George Troy says he has a vineyard on his property off Colton.

“I only have 40 vines but it looks like a vineyard, anyway,” he writes. Troy had his first harvest and crush last year and is looking forward to his Montclair appellation. “How cool is that?” he says. “It’s a very limited production — no one can afford it.”

ARMCHAIR TRAVEL: If seeing the world is a goal this year, then you’ll want to know about this: Local photographer Don Lyon is hosting a series of travelogues at Chapel of the Chimes.

Using two projectors and live narration, the Tuesday night shows (in January and February) are lively and the setting is perfect. There’s something about this Julia Morgan structure, Don says, that makes it the “perfect spot to contemplate another time and place.”

As Years Go By

This season has me thinking about birthdays. Of course, the birthday of Christ comes to mind, but another celebration came up recently – a milestone for a woman who grew up in Montclair and was Oakland’s Mother of the Year in 1965. Gladys Copland turned 90 the other day. A house full of friends and family hid in the hallway as she walked up the steps to her son’s home – and then shouted SURPRISE as she opened the door. A lesser woman might have fainted, but Gladys jumped right into the festivities and was soon telling stories of her life in Montclair.
She was an avid tennis player. She worked as a nurse while raising twin boys and a daughter. And in her spare time, she volunteered at the Montclair Rec Center, as well as Sonoma Hospital. “There were lots of mothers who did more than I did,â€� she said modestly as she looked back on her life. But few in the room would agree. Gladys raised her family, helped her community and inspired everyone who knew her. More than just a Mother of the Year – she’s a mother for all times.

Twinkle Toes: Did you know there are four different dance classes at Montclair Rec Center? Three are free – including ballroom dancing, which the center hasn’t had since Bill Jones used to teach it. The new classes start January 11th from 1-3:30 (Wednesdays) and you don’t have to sign up – just drop in. There’s also German Folk dancing on Thursday nights from 8-10, Greek Dancing on Wednesday mornings from 9:45-11:45 (not free) and Jazz Tap for adults on Tuesday evenings from 6:30-7:30. Now if we just had a dance hall in Montclair…

Email Bag: Reader Jackie Sisich says the mailbox is back at the Thornhill 7-Eleven – back from medical leave, after getting knocked for a loop by a wayward car a few months ago. Apparently that thick metal jacket doesn’t do much to protect the receptacle from injuries. The stay in the mailbox hospital was lengthy, to say the least.

And reader Mary Feinberg is jubilant over the gingerbread house at Montclair Bistro. “We were there at the end of November and it was under construction�, she writes. “By now it should be done and fabulous.�

Santa Paws: Not everyone likes sitting on Santa’s lap. Just ask Marty Martin, the hills guy who filled in for Santa last week at Montclair’s Pet Food Express. “It was wild,â€� he said. “I had a cat on my lap that was hissing and clawing at my beard.â€� Another photo had him posing with a couple of 120 pound St. Bernards. Pit Bulls and Poodles and kittycats too – it was a regular pet parade at the Smiley Dog Rescue photo booth. And if animals could talk, I wonder what they’d ask Santa for…

Humbug Humdinger: It wouldn’t be Christmas without Scrooge and the annual production of The Christmas Carol at Mills College. A lot of hills folks have parts this year, including Jeanne Dupont who plays Mrs Cratchit. “My kids Leo and Lana are in the Cratchit family with her,â€� says local mom Rebecca Faiola, “and Leslie Manning (one of the producers) has her cute boy “Scott” playing the Poulterer – he’s great!â€� Steve Schaeffer, “The ComputerGuy”, plays Scrooge and 21-year-old Danny Buell is the director. “This is a “broadway-style” song and dance production that moves along quickly and holds your attention,â€� says Faiola. Call 531-5801 for tickets.

Got news? You can reach Ginny Prior by phone at 510-273-9418 or on the web at http://www.ginnyprior.com.

Celebrating The Season

LET’S GIVE IT UP for winter. It took a while to get rid of all the hot air from autumn, but we’re finally into the months that make your cheeks rosy. And your teeth chatter. And your PG&E bill hit the roof. And here’s a toast to every neighbor who has their lights up. Whether it’s the icicle lights that come down in squiggly strands or those old-fashioned bulbs that my parents used to hang — they all make the season bright. There’s nothing like walking in the silent night with a starry sky and homes all a-glow. Even the deer seem to celebrate, as they proudly display their antlers. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

OUR TOWN: Thanks to the merchants who made the village stroll so special. It was a scene out of Currier and Ives as carolers sang and Christmas bells rang and villagers waved from the cable car. Gleeful shoppers popped in and out of warmly lit stores, sipping on wine and nibbling cookies and cheese. I was touched to see all the people in A Great Good Place for Books, remembering the late Debi Echlin. She would have loved this village stroll. She would have soaked up the neighborhood spirit.

PAMPERING PARTY: I’ve heard of some unusual holiday parties, but this one wins — hands down! A group of moms made the most of their annual ornament exchange party recently by bringing their gifts, wine and cheese to Femi Macus Nail Salon in the Glenview. They not only exchanged presents but they got their nails done. A mani/pedi with a glass of wine — now this is an idea worth looking into.

WINE TALK: All my talk about hillside vineyards and backyard winemakers in Montclair has triggered another e-mail, this time from Randy Keyworth. He and partner Jack States have just opened Lost Canyon Winery, near Jack London Square. It’s a big improvement over their old digs: Jack’s garage. Drop by and see how far they’ve come with their tasty pinot noir and syrah — two of my favorites!

E-MAIL BAG: Kids don’t always get the recognition they deserve. That’s why Scott and Karen Senzig (Montclair Mortgage) want readers to know about the sweet thing some local youngsters did recently. It started when Karen told a friend, Peg Kelly, that they needed towels for cleaning up after meals at St. Vincent de Paul’s free dining room.

“She mentioned this to her son, Kevin Huber, and he and his sixth-grade class at Corpus Christi School ran with it and filled three huge plastic bags,” Karen says. The folks at the dining room were so grateful they literally shouted for joy.

“It’s the little things that count,” Karen says.

VANISHING ACT: A few things have “gone missing” in the village lately. For one, the bench in front of Starbucks was stolen the other night, leaving coffee drinkers high and dry as they look for a resting place.

Meanwhile, reader Constance Young says the mailbox by the Thornhill 7-Eleven has disappeared.

“I noticed about a month ago that the mailbox had suffered some sort of minor automotive collision,” she writes. She says that soon after, it was gone altogether. I’ve forwarded her concerns to the Montclair Safety and Improvement Council.

CHRISTMAS CONTEST: It’s a cookie … it’s a bread … it’s a — house! Nothing says Christmas like gingerbread, and the Ritz Carlton Half Moon Bay is hosting its annual Gingerbread House Contest tomorrow. So get out the gumdrops and royal icing. All ages are invited to enter and enjoy the elaborate gingerbread houses that deck the halls of this coastal resort. Wrap up the day with the 5 p.m. tree lighting and you’ve got the makings of a wonderful holiday tradition.

Raider’s Amy Trask Makes NFL History

Alameda Magazine, January 2004

Behind every good man, there’s a woman. This old saying probably wouldn’t sit well with Amy Trask, but there’s no denying she’s the “point person” for Al Davis and the Oakland Raiders. When Davis first hired Trask over 16 years ago, as a young attorney just out of law school, he was already known for shattering the image of the good old boy’s club. “I do feel very, very privileged to work for an organization that has a four decade tradition of hiring without regard to race, gender, ethnicity, age, etc.” Trask says. “Think about it–Tom Flores, Art Shell, and the list goes on and on.” But does Trask stop to bask in the glory of her own accomplishments? After all, as the NFL’s first Chief Executive she’s gone where no woman has gone before. Her answer is–no. “If I don’t want my gender to be an issue, the last thing that I should do is make my gender an issue,” she says without hesitation.

Amy Trask

Amy Trask

Still, you have to wonder where Trask got the grit to forge a trail in what’s been a virtual wilderness for women–the NFL. “The commandment in our house was “do not label people–do not pigeon hole people,” she says, adding, “Character was the prevailing theme here, and the value of hard work.” For Trask, her parents were strong role models. “They were critical of people that wanted to ”cut corners” or ”find a short cut” or take an ”easy way out,” she adds. At the same time, they told their daughter to find something she loved and to do it with all her heart.

Enter, football. It wasn’t a passion she was born with, or even born into. Trask admits, she’s not quite sure how she became the rabid football fan she is today. “I didn’t grow up in a family of avid football fans. I am really the first in that regard.” She recalls being glued to the TV, watching football, when her parents wanted her to go out with them. By the time Trask attended college at Cal in the late 70’s, she was rapidly becoming a Raider fan–cheering the team on at the Oakland Coliseum. When she graduated from UC Berkeley and started law school at the University of Southern California, the Raiders were making their own move south. It was as if two planets had aligned. By 1987, Trask found the opportunity she’d been waiting for, and was hired to work in the Raider’s legal department.

As you can imagine, handling litigation for the Raiders has been more than a full time job. But Trask says people often forget who started the legal wrangling here. “The City of Oakland and Alameda County (our landlords) sued us (during the football season). All the litigation has stemmed from that action.” She adds, “It’s hard to imagine a landlord that has only three tenants getting into litigation with all three of them,” saying it’s unfortunate for everyone.

What energizes her is the fans. “Simply put, we have the best (absolutely, positively, without a doubt the best) fans in all of sports,” she says. And on any given Sunday, when the Raiders are on the road, Trask and her husband, Rob, make the tail-gate circuit. They walk the stadium parking lot meeting fans. “The Raider Nation is vast,” she says proudly, adding there’s a fan base from South Dakota that travels all the way to Denver to see Oakland play. Then there’s the island contingency. “We have an enormous following in Hawaii. All over the islands, you find Raider gear and Raider fans,” she says. Trask laughs that the team’s websites–Raiders.com and Raidersenespanol.com get hits from every continent on earth except, possibly, Antarctica.

Dakota fans hold a special place in Trask’s heart. Her husband, Rob, is from what she calls “The great state of South Dakota.” “I’ll tell you, for a state with a population of well under a million, there are a lot of impressive people who come from there,” she says. (Tom Brokaw and USA Today founder Allen Neuharth to name just 2).

Trask and her husband live in the Oakland Hills and share many of the same interests. They’re both attorneys, and, since they met in graduate school in Los Angeles, they both love the beach. “My husband and I lead a really, really simple (okay, boring) life. We enjoy attending sporting events and entertaining and spending time with dear friends.”

amy_trask2But there’s another side of Trask that reveals much about her soul and spirit. She’s a horsewoman, with a 4-legged equestrian team mate named Wind Jammer. “Riding (and particularly jumping) is truly a partnership between the horse and the rider,” she shares, adding that the two, over time, can anticipate each other’s moves. Sound like football? Trask thinks so, comparing rider and horse to any two players who can anticipate what each other will do in a certain play. “A really, really amazing sensation is when you can’t determine where the horse ends and the rider begins and vice versa.” She says she’s learned a lot about herself by working with horses. Everything from how she meets challenges and navigates obstacles to whether she’s a good leader and follower.

Trask has another outlet for her passion for animals. She’s on the board of directors for ARF, Tony LaRussa’s Animal Rescue Foundation. “It’s a magnificent program,” she says, “both for the animals that are rescued and for the people rescued by the animals. ARF pairs animals with at-risk teens who benefit from their unconditional love. Though she has no children of her own, Trask enjoys spending time with kids. She’s served on the board of the Alameda Boys and Girl’s Club and last fall, was a celebrity judge for the Alameda Youth Court. “This program allows children to mature, to learn the difference between right and wrong, and to accept responsibility for their behavior.” Trask says she’s inspired by the teens in the program.

You get the feeling from talking to Trask, that everything in her life is connected to the bottom line–to be at the top of her game. To this end, she works tirelessly on the Raiders image in the community. Like the Raiders fashion show she helped organize, recently, for the East Bay Agency for Children. Trask took the opportunity to mix a little business with pleasure by holding an impromptu staff meeting during the cocktail hour. Then it was onto the runway, where she thanked a packed room of fans for their support and spoke on behalf of her team. “These guys have one day off a week, and they’ve chosen to spend it with you.” This, too, is Trask’s job–helping the team stay connected to the community.

With her groundbreaking place in the hierarchy of the Raiders and the NFL, Trask is certain to be a role model for future generations of women. How fitting, then, that her own role model is Rosa Parks. “What a strong, courageous, powerful woman,” Trask says thoughtfully. What strength and courage it took for her to say “I’m not going to the back of the bus.” And the impact that had on an entire Nation.” Like Rosa Parks, Trask has shown with her own career, that she takes a back seat to no-one.

About Livermore Wineries

Alameda Living Magazine, 2003

It was a balmy spring night when I first fell in love. Maybe “crush” was more like it, considering the object of my affection. I raised my glass and toasted the sunset–the wine blush fresh on my cheeks as I celebrated my affair–with the lush rolling hills of the Livermore Valley Wine Country.

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While most people think of Napa and Sonoma as “the wine country”, Livermore is California’s oldest wine region. In fact, it was a Livermore Valley wine that won the first Gold Medal for California at the Paris Exposition in 1889. Today, the combination of exceptional soil and an abundance of chemists from nearby Lawrence Livermore Lab has spawned a number of exceptional boutique wineries.

Winding your way east along Interstate 580, take Vasco Road south toward the Wente Vineyards. This is the valley’s oldest continuously operated family-owned winery. The Tasting Room has a picturesque picnic spot at 5565 Tesla Road, where you can sample wines daily from 11 to 4:30. Continue southwest on vineyard laced country road and you end up a splendid estate nestled against velvety green mountains. This is the Wente Restaurant and Visitors Center. This is where true love begins. Settle into the sumptuous dining room and sip one of five hundred wines from California and beyond. Get lost in the fragrance of the flowering trees and the aroma of fresh herbs and sauces coming from the kitchen. The views of the golf course and beautifully manicured grounds are as appealing to the eye as the food is to the palate. Top dinner off with a summer concert in the vineyard (June through September) and you’ll see why the Zagat Survey lists Wente as one of America’s top restaurants.

livermore_grapesOther wineries bring their own special charm to the Livermore Valley. Tucked away in a grove of ancient pepper trees, is a little giant called Retzlaff. Not only are these boutique wines extraordinary, they are all organic–made by hand from grapes grown on site with no fertilizers, herbicides or pesticides. How do owners Bob and Gloria Retzlaff do it? Naturally. They put up a hawk house and a hawk moved in to prey on the Starlings. The built an owl roost and the owls keep the gophers and mice at bay. So do the vineyard cats and the couple’s border collie. It works beautifully, as Retzlaff has some of the tastiest wines and most charming picnic grounds in the Livermore Valley. Open to the public, they host annual events for Mothers and Fathers Day, the Fourth of July, and a homegrown celebration called the “Howl at the Moon Dinner” on September 13th. Retzlaff Vineyards is located at 1356 S. Livermore Avenue. Open for tasting Tuesday Friday from 12-2 and weekends from 12-4:30.

No trip to this region would be complete without visiting Concannon–a vineyard that goes back to Livermore’s early wine making days. While Robert Livermore planted the first commercial vines in the 1840s, pioneer winemakers C.H. Wente, Charles Wetmore and James Concannon founded the first wineries in the early 1880s. They were the first to bottle varietally labeled Chardonnay, Sauvignon Blanc and Petite Sirah. Concannon is still going strong today, producing award-winning wines at its historic site at 4590 Tesla Road. They offer tasting daily from 11-4:30.

The Livermore Valley Wine Country has over 5,000 acres of vineyards today, with over 24 wineries and a number of top notch golf courses. Laced between acres of new high end homes, you may be tempted to relocate here. As the sign says–“If you lived here, you’d be home now”. Home amongst the vineyards and some of California’s oldest and most flavorful wines. For more information, log onto www.livermorewine.com or contact the Tri-Valley Convention and Visitors Bureau at 1-888-874-9253.

The World is Frederica Von Stade’s Stage, But Alameda is Home

Alameda Magazine, November/December 2002

On a stately, tree-lined street, not far from roads named for famous composers, lives a music legend. Frederica von Stade moves comfortably across her big, breezy kitchen to the whistling tea kettles and pours a cup of morning nectar for the voice — and the soul.

Flicka in her kitchen

Flicka in her kitchen

Outside, the Tibetan prayer cloths hanging on the balcony spread their blessings over the house, a century-old Tudor with all the charm you’d expect for a star of von Stade’s stature. But what you don’t expect is her zest for simple living.

“Call me Flicka,” says the woman with the warm mezzo soprano voice. I brushed any connection to horses out of my mind. I was wrong.

“I was named after my father’s polo pony,” she smiled. “The show, ‘My Friend Flicka’ was big at the time.” This could explain von Stade’s strong connection to animals — she has several dogs and cats in the house these days. Just part of the family that includes five children and two grandchildren that comes and goes.

For 35 years, Flicka has captivated audiences all over the world as one of the great opera stars of our time. Her life with the Metropolitan Opera has been a whirlwind of performances, on stage and on broadcasts. But as she approaches 60, Flicka finds her greatest joy is staying home. The harmony she creates with her husband, Mike Gorman, (one of the founders of the Bank of Alameda) matches that of any symphony.

So we sip from our mugs and chat like girlfriends about family and music and the incredible, resilient spirit. “I have a singing lesson later today and then lunch with my daughter,” Flicka says, noticing the surprised look on my face. A woman with six Grammy nominations and dozens of recordings takes voice lessons?

“She’s a marvelous teacher named Jane Randolph, in the Oakland Hills. She knows the true nature of singing and all its wonder — its lightness, its relation to the soul,” she says, almost dreamily.

As the light streams in through the adjacent sun-porch, I notice a green bicycle — a beach cruiser splashed with white paint. “I love that bike,” Flicka shares. “I did that because I was afraid someone would steal it.” Then she showed me the “golf bag” Mike fashioned out of duct tape and PVC pipe near her back fender. A 20-minute ride and she can play the short nine and Alameda’s public course.

“Golf is like singing,” says the woman who would know better than most. “Between addressing your ball and the back-swing are probably 5,000 thoughts and between standing on stage and hearing the first chord of the piano are about 5,000 thoughts. Your job is to control those thoughts.” No problem with the singing, but Flick admits that golf gives her fits.

“My game is so horrible, I don’t want to blow a hundred bucks on a private course,” she laughs.

Cooking is another hobby that many singers enjoy. It comes naturally to Flicka, who’s mother was a caterer. “I can cook fo the masses,” she laughs. “And I do, every Sunday when the kids come over for dinner.” You can almost hear the laughter as you look at the long dining room table, adorned with a handmade centerpiece from one of the grandchildren.

“Mike does the barbecue and I try out vegetarian dishes on everyone,” she says.

After dinner the family retires to the music room to hear Flicka sing, right? Wrong.

“They’re tired of hearing me,” she laughs, adding she saves that for house concerts she hosts as fund-raisers. A favorite charity is the alameda Education Foundation, which subsidizes music in the public schools. Flicka also supports programs that provide music for at-risk kids.

“I don’t know anything about how to solve some of the problems in this country, but I feel strongly that if we begin with children, we have a chance,” she says. As the singer cuts back on traveling and performances, she sees herself teaching music to pre-schoolers and teens.

With a life so rich and full of people and activities, where does a renowned opera start find time to practice?

“I sing around the house all day” she reveals. Even on the treadmill.

“I learn music during my morning workouts — so I won’t be bored out of my mind.” An hour of singing opera on the treadmill and anyone else would be thinking oxygen, not breath control.

Hall of Fame Raider, Dave Casper

Diablo Magazine, August 2002

Moving back to the East Bay isn’t big news- unless you’re legendary Raider’s tight end Dave Casper. “The ghost” is Alamo’s newest celebrity citizen – and will be inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame on August 3.

Dave Casper

Dave Casper

Known for the “supernatural” way he caught those Kenny Stabler passes in the 1970’s (not to mention sharing a surname with a cartoon apparition), Casper is just the 13th Raider to be immortalized in Canton, Ohio.”I was fortunate that some of the plays I made kept my name in front of the people,” says the former Notre Dame All-American. Plays like his 1977 game-winning touchdown dubbed “the holy roller” where he kicked a loose ball at the five-yard line and fell on it in the end zone.

These days, Casper plays in the financial arena – where he suits up as managing director of the Walnut Creek office for Northwestern Mutual Financial Network. “The office opened up just when I was thinking of returning to the Bay Area from Minneapolis,” he says. Casper admits his silver and black celebrity status didn’t mean as much in Minnesota as it does in the East Bay.. “[Minnesotans] still remember that Raiders win over the Vikings in the Super Bowl,” he laughs.