The Mastick House

Passed by here on the weekly bike ride. The sign in the yard caught my attention. If you click through on the picture, you'll see a bigger size and you'll be able to read it, hopefully. As if the school board recall effort and lawsuit over the gay anti-bullying curriculum wasn't proof enough, this picture further demonstrates that there are idiots everywhere.

In case anyone is wondering, the answer to the question posed by the sign is Hawaii. The question refers to Barack Obama's birth certificate.

North Village

Here, the Alameda Bike Posse encounters North Village, an abandoned Coast Guard housing complex. Surely, it is the future site of the zombie apocalypse.

Loyal readers will remember the site from an earlier post...

Watching the Fire

An abandoned military hospital, as many local reports termed it, burned over the weekend not far from Alameda Point. Scott and I took a long bike ride Sunday, the first part of which consisted of following, then getting away from, the noxious smoke. We circled around and got pretty close to the fire by riding into this weird ghost town on the west end. I think it's former Coast Guard housing and obviously the future site of the zombie apocalypse.

So much more than a hardware store

Pagano's is one of the delights of life on Alameda. It's a hardware store that crams everything and the kitchen sink (yes, literally) into a labyrinthine old fire-trap in the Bay Station district of the island (not sure if these districts mean anything or if it's just marketing), a pleasant Sunday afternoon bike ride away. Like that bedeviled Moscow apartment in The Master and Margarita, it's much bigger on the inside.

We bought some twine so Kim can tie up her peas properly.