‘Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle’

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Find Your Wings: Taking a short break from fighting crime, the Angels (Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz, and Lucy Liu) get jiggy.

High Heeling

Butt-kicking crime writer Cara Black on fistfights, really good shoes, and ‘Charlie’s Angels’

Writer David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate postfilm conversation. This is not a review; rather, it’s a freewheeling, tangential discussion of life, alternative ideas, and popular culture.

Ten minutes into the new film Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle (or has it been longer? Who can say? It’s rushing by so fast!), Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz, and Lucy Liu steal a bad guy’s helicopter and, having brazenly cheated death for the 20th time since the movie started, gloriously soar off into the sky, leaving behind a pile of dead and disappointed men. As the sequence ends, author Cara Black, sitting to my immediate right in the movie theater, turns to me with wide eyes, mouth hanging open in adrenalized shock and obvious delight, and silently mouths three, short words.

“I like it!” she says.

And what’s not to like? Following up on the successful 2000 release of Charlie’s Angels, itself a spinoff of the popular ’70s TV show, the new Angels has everything the first film did, with the happy exception of Tom Green and those disturbing rape-threat scenes. It piles on a few extras too, notably the big-screen return of Demi Moore as a former Angel turned very, very bad–but in a bikini.

“It was fun!” Black shouts as we leave the theater after the last kick has been thrown and the last plot thread tied up. “It was a good escapism,” my guest asserts, “and escapism is good!”

She would know. Black, based in San Francisco, is the author of the increasingly popular Aimée Leduc Investigation series by Soho Press. An absorbing set of tightly plotted, freshly conceived mysteries, the Aimée Leduc books debuted in 1999 with Murder in the Marais, continued in 2000 and 2001 with Murder in Belleville and Murder in the Sentier, and is finally back with Murder in the Bastille.

While each book features a grisly homicide taking place in one of Paris’s 20 distinct districts, the star is Aimée, a refreshingly independent, endlessly resourceful heroine who is hip, funny, smart, and saddled with a tragic past but possessed of a keen fashion sense. When forced to, she can also kick a guy’s ass.

“It’s true, Aimée kicks butt in high-heeled shoes,” says Black, as we sit down at a small cafe near the theater. “That’s one of the things I like about the Angels. They kick butt, and they do it in great shoes. I like that. A lot.”

“Aimée could be an Angel,” I point out.

“She could be,” agrees Black, “if they asked her, though she’d never leave Paris. But if they’d help her find her long-lost mother, the one who was involved with those terrorists in the ’70s before disappearing from Aimée’s life, she might agree to join the French branch of Charlie’s Angels. She’d certainly raise the Angel intelligence level a notch, and she could teach them all a thing or two about tying a scarf.”

As Black stabs a plastic fork into her poppy-seed cake, dissecting it cleanly, I ask if she’s ever had to, you know, kick someone’s butt.

“Have I hit anybody? Sure!” she nods. “I’ve been hit, too, and I can tell you, it’s not like in the movies. It’s not that glamorous or exciting, getting hurt. Given a choice, I’d rather be the one doing the hitting.”

“So,” I ask, making a mental note never to anger Cara Black, “did you used to watch the TV show of Charlie’s Angels?”

“I did, but I always thought it was really stupid,” she says. “I like the movies a lot more, because the Angels seem more real, and they’re always making mistakes. They aren’t trying to be superwomen; they’re just doing their job.”

Black smiles sweetly and continues. “Their biggest strength is their friendship–that’s the message of the movie. They liked being together, they needed each other, so they were a powerful team. Demi Moore left the Angels, but she didn’t have that friendship–so she didn’t succeed.”

“She didn’t have a girlfriend.”

“Right! And they were Girlfriends, with a capital G,” she laughs. “I mean, were they having fun together or what?

From the July 3-9, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Green Music Festival

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Photograph by Nancy Ellison

Down by the Boardwalk: Celebrated violinist Chee-Yun participates in the Green Music Festival’s impressive program.

Shining Brightly

The Green Music Festival spotlights world-class chamber music stars

By Greg Cahill

The Donald and Maureen Green Music Center may still be just a twinkle in the eye of the Santa Rosa Symphony (which eventually will make its home there) and a handful of Sonoma State University officials, having hit a snag in their efforts to raise cash for the ambitious performing arts center, but the spirit of the project is alive and well.

This year, the summertime Green Music Festival–held near the site of the planned multimillion dollar 1,400-seat auditorium on the SSU campus–has nearly doubled the size of its popular chamber music series, which sold out in short order last season. Expect to be dazzled: Artistic director Jeffrey Kahane has tapped some of the world’s top chamber performers for what should be four spectacular evening concerts.

The programs, an invigorating mix of the old and new, are called “Jeffrey Kahane and Friends I, II, III, and IV.” Works by Debussy, Ravel, Osvaldo Golijov, Franck, Mendelssohn, Messiaen, Schubert, Rachmaninoff, Haydn, Dohnanyi, and Brahms will be featured. The concerts will be held at the Evert B. Person Theatre on the SSU campus (1801 East Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park) on Sunday, July 13, and Sunday, July 20, at 4pm, and on Thursday, July 17, and Saturday, July 19, at 8pm.

The acclaimed Borromeo String Quartet– the quartet-in-residence at the New England Conservatory of Music and for the past two seasons members of Chamber Music Society Two, the emerging artists program of the Chamber Music Society of Lincoln Center–will return to the festival in a much-anticipated program. Among the other nationally and internationally acclaimed soloists and principals appearing throughout the series are virtuoso violinist Chee-Yun, New Jersey Symphony Orchestra concertmaster Eric Wyrick, San Francisco Symphony principal violist Geraldine Walther, San Francisco Symphony associate principal cellist Peter Wyrick, cellist Alisa Weilerstein, and clarinetist Todd Palmer, former principal clarinetist for the Minnesota Orchestra.

Kahane, the renown pianist and conductor of the Santa Rosa Symphony (as well as music director of the Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra), has promised a most lively series.

Take him at his word.

On July 13, Kahane (piano) and Eric Wyrick (violin) will launch the program with Debussy’s Violin Sonata. That will be followed by Ravel’s Duo for Violin and Cello, played by Eric and Peter Wyrick (cello). The Borromeo String Quartet will be accompanied by clarinetist Palmer in a rendition of cutting-edge composer Osvaldo Golijov’s Dreams and Prayers of Isaac the Blind, a powerful piece for string quartet and clarinet that is an homage to a 12th-century kabbalist rabbi of Provence.

The work is a musical expression–reflecting joy and sorrow, laughter and tears–of a mystical Jewish belief in a constant state of communion in which human consciousness nurtures and renews itself through meditation. Palmer recorded the piece last year on the St. Lawrence String Quartet’s stunning Grammy-nominated album Yiddishbbuk. Kahane and the Borromeo Quartet will end the afternoon with Franck’s Piano Quintet.

On July 17, Peter Wyrick, Kahane, and violinist Chee-Yun, one of the rising stars of the international string world, will open the concert with a performance of Mendelssohn’s D Minor Trio. Clarinetist Palmer and Eric Wyrick will join Kahane and Peter Wyrick for the finale, Quartet for the End of Time by Messiaen.

On July 19, pianist Jon Kimura Parker and Kahane will team up for Schubert’s Fantasy for Piano, Four Hands. Cellist Alisa Weilerstein, who made her Carnegie Hall debut at age 15, will join Kahane–widely regarded as one of the best interpreters of Rachmaninoff–in Sonata for Cello and Piano by Rachmaninoff. Parker and Kahane will conclude the program with another piano duet called Symphonic Dances by Rachmaninoff.

On July 20, Kahane, Chee-Yun, and Peter Wyrick will kick off the final day of the chamber music series with Haydn’s Trio in G Minor “Gypsy.” Geraldine Walther, principal violist for the San Francisco Symphony, will join Eric Wyrick and Peter Wyrick on stage to perform Dohnanyi’s Serenade for String Trio. Brahms’ G Minor Quartet finale will be performed by Chee-Yun, Walther, Weilerstein, and Kahane.

Tickets for the individual chamber music concerts are $30 for adults, $25 for seniors, and $15 for youths. For additional information or to order tickets, visit http://festival.sonoma.edu or call 707.664.2353.

From the July 3-9, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Taylor’s Automatic Refresher

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Photograph by Rory McNamara

Top Dog: David Osbourne, manager at Taylor’s Refresher, slings the classic fare like a pro.

Automatic for the People

Taylor’s Automatic Refresher, an oasis of burgerdom

By Sara Bir

In its former incarnation, Taylor’s Refresher might have been the sort of place Jonathan Richman would write a song about. And it still is that kind of place–20th-century Americana, alive and kicking.

“Is it common for places like this to be called a ‘refresher?'” asked Mr. Bir du Jour as he regarded his chicken club, which had somehow managed to perform a sandwich landslide, its contents slipping out from between the two slices of sourdough precariously holding it together. I didn’t know. But it’s great how the place is called Taylor’s Automatic Refresher. It rings of speedy, sanitary service, modern and efficient and proletarian.

Taylor’s Refresher has been around for 54 years. Lloyd Taylor opened up the place in 1949. Back then, small-town hamburger stands had no nostalgic appeal because they were very much of their time, and therefore people went there on the basis of wanting burgers, not trips down a reconstructed memory lane. Decades ago, in the days when Napa Valley wines were widely thought of as crappy, kids could head down to Taylor’s for burgers that cost 24 cents.

Zoom ahead a few decades to 1999, when winemaker Joel Gott and his brother Duncan bought Taylor’s and gave it an extensive facelift and expansion, adding a wine bar, moss-toned, poured-concrete counters, and very fancy canvas umbrellas over the picnic tables. There’s something very tailored about Taylor’s; it would not be out of place in a lavishly photographed guide book or full-color glossy magazine spread. All of its classic American pop-culture elements add up to a mini Disneyland.

Famous people eat at Taylor’s, though it can’t be any revelation that famous people like good fast food. In 1999 famous person and wine critic Robert Parker named Taylor’s Refresher one of his most memorable meals of 1999, and soon people from all over were calling to make reservations (which, being a hamburger stand, Taylor’s doesn’t take).

And, despite such red flags, Taylor’s Refresher is not as expensive as I had anticipated. Typically, I will avoid as much press about a restaurant as I can before eating there to keep my mind clear of intrusive notions. But I screwed up and looked at some website where a guy was yipping how he spent a 20-spot at Taylor’s buying a hamburger, fries, and a milkshake.

A hamburger ($4.50), fries ($1.99), and a milkshake ($4.59)–plus a regular soda ($1.39)–is only $12.47. That’s about double the price of a full dinner at the overrated In-N-Out Burger–but why would you choose In-N-Out over Taylor’s? Apparently this guy hadn’t gone to Wine Country; he had gone to Whine Country.

Taylor’s looks so welcoming from the road, its simple white facade an oasis for weary travelers who can’t stomach another acclaimed star-chef showcase restaurant and who’ll puke if they swish yet another gutsy Cab in yet another monied tasting room. Accordingly, Taylor’s mix of clientele is entertaining. You see well-heeled day trippers, young local kids, everyday families, and important-looking wine types. And everyone waits in line just like everyone else.

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, I pulled into Taylor’s parking lot and noticed a tour bus had beat me to the punch. The line to the order window was painfully long, affording ample time to eavesdrop on tourist chatter. Some dude in a Hawaiian shirt stood in front of me, debating with his lady friend whether they should order wine or a milkshake. (One thing’s for sure: You can’t do both.)

The menu is either refreshingly eclectic or weirdly schizophrenic, depending on your mood. But overall, it’s a diner with an upscale slant (the fish in the fish and chips is mahi mahi). Burgers, sandwiches, tacos, hot dogs, and “more” (the “more” being calamari, fish and chips, and chicken fingers) are at your fingertips.

When a customer’s order comes up, a “bing-bing” blares over a loudspeaker like at a car wash. “Bing-bing! Sara, your shake is ready.” It was a peach milkshake ($4.99, 30 cents more than a regular shake because it was a special shake, but whatever.) And mmm, it was good, frothy and not too thick, but not thin and skimpy, either. Chunks of peach kept on clogging up my straw.

The French fries came in iconic little red-and-white checkered cardboard holders, and the hamburger was wrapped in plain white paper, just so. All burgers are cooked medium-well, with a thin strata of pinkness inside the patty and the requisite amount of greasy juice.

This burger is their money shot for sure; it’s a burger of a burger. The bun was a yellow-golden eggy thing, a sweet cross between Wonder Bread and brioche. Crisp pickle slices, super-fresh lettuce, tomato slices, and a creamy pink-orange “secret sauce” top the thing off. The sauce had a nice kick to it and made the burger.

The fries were good too, thinner than a pinkie finger, their skins still on, salty and very crisp.

Mr. Bir du Jour came along a few weekends later, very excited and wanting a hamburger, since I had told him in very graphic detail how wonderful they were. But the rules of restaurant reviewing preclude such decadent doubling-up, so he got the aforementioned grilled chicken club sandwich ($7.99), with Swiss cheese, bacon, romaine lettuce, tomato, and pesto mayonnaise on slices of grilled sourdough.

It’s hard to eat such a sandwich, because grilled sourdough can tear up your mouth badly. He said it was “good, like a regular chicken sandwich, though the pesto mayo is nice. I wish I could have had a hamburger.” Indeed. For some reason, even an exceptional chicken sandwich is nothing more than just a chicken sandwich.

A true sport, Mr. Bir du Jour was also denied fries and made do with a chopped wedge salad ($3.99), which, despite the promising Better Homes and Gardens-cookbook-circa-1952 name, was just a bunch of chopped iceberg lettuce with grated carrots and cherry tomatoes. The Thousand Island dressing was great, though. “It’s spicy,” Mr. Bir du Jour noted. We then made the exciting discovery that the hamburger “secret sauce” and the Thousand Island dressing were one in the same.

We split an order of onion rings ($2.99), just to squeeze in a little fried food. The puffy batter was swollen and golden, greasy and deliciously evil.

I ordered the ahi burger and the gazpacho. I almost opted for the special instead–fried cornmeal-breaded catfish with chili-dusted sweet potato fries ($7.99)–but decided to keep the deep-fry intake to a minimum.

Smart move. The ahi burger ($9.99) is served rare on the same egg bun as the regular burgers, with ginger wasabi mayonnaise and an Asian slaw. The wasabi mayo and the slaw wound up melding into a single entity, adding a heat/crunch element to the coolness of the ahi’s rare center. The end result, effectively a sushi sandwich, took upscale elements and managed to stay true to a burger’s roots. Burgers can be gourmet, sure, but they should always be messy and junky.

As for the gazpacho, it goes surprisingly well with fast food, and soothes under the glaring Napa Valley sun. For $4.99, you get a pint, enough to share. Taylor’s version has not only cucumber, red bell pepper, red onion, and parsley in a tomato base, but also kernels of grilled corn. In the midst of onion rings and mayonnaise galore, the gazpacho’s clean, chilled liquid-crunch was most welcome–though I’m not too sure how well it pairs with the Asian flavors of the ahi burger.

All over, people milled around, chomping down on burgers or sucking down those fine-ass milkshakes. It was very difficult not to order a milkshake of our own, but by the time we had finished with our real food, we were far too full. On the back lawn–which is massive, bigger than most people’s yards–we had a whole picnic table to ourselves, as well as a small cluster of hangers-on bees.

Taylor’s Refresher has just opened up a branch in the fancy new Ferry Building Marketplace in San Francisco. That’s cool, I guess, though there is something comforting in the notion that Taylor’s Refresher is a uniquely St. Helena experience. And it still is, if you go to the one in St. Helena, where an ahi burger reeks of sellout but tastes good enough that the point is moot.

Taylor’s Automatic Refresher. 933 Main St. (Hwy. 29), St. Helena. 707.963.3486. Open daily, 11am-9pm. www.taylorsrefresher.com.

From the July 3-9, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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‘The Lives of the [local] Muses’

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We Are Not a Muse: Ceramicist Cynthia Hipkiss found inspiration in her mother’s discouragement.

Divine Inspiration

Rhythm and prose in ‘The Lives of the [local] Muses’

By Gretchen Giles

In the introduction to her crisp, punctilious, and sometimes laughably wrong-headed book of essays, The Lives of the Muses: Nine Women and the Artists They Inspired (HarperCollins; $29.95), writer Francine Prose muses herself about the incarnation of muses.

“One difference between magic and art is that magic can be explained,” she writes. “Were he willing, Houdini could have told his fans how he escaped from the chains and straitjacket, suspended under water. But the artist can never fully account for the alchemical process that turns anatomical knowledge and fresco technique into the Sistine Chapel. To create anything is to undergo the humbling and strange experience–like a mystical visitation or spirit obsession–of making something and not knowing where it comes from. . . . But we find that hard to accept, so we look around for some myth to help explain, or at least surround, the genesis of art.”

The Greeks, of course, attributed the artistic impulse to the Muses, those nine sisters of comedy, tragedy, lyric poetry, love poetry, epic poetry, sacred poetry, dance, astronomy, and history who intermittently appear to the anguished soul yearning to express, and lead him or her (mostly him) through the thickets of frustration into a dappled Elysian meadow of artistic fruition.

Prose turns her eye to nine real women, from Dr. Johnson’s Hester Thrale to Charles Dodgson’s Alice Liddell to John Lennon’s Yoko Ono, and examines the way in which these ordinary humans aided their adorers–as musedom less involves carnality than adoration–in creating art.

Reading The Lives of the Muses is like being trapped in a room with a friend’s feverishly overeducated mother. Prose is someone you want to act respectfully toward but whose articulate blather smacks too well of the privilege of an educated woman of a certain age whose frequent trips to Italy make scholarly American texts so darned difficult. And still, shifting on uncomfortable shoes in this cocktail party of the mind, you find yourself leaning in, drawn to whatever sometimes brilliant, sometimes outrageous thing she might next say.

Yoko Ono? An overrated, screeching media whore who ruined what was left of John Lennon’s talent. Not content to be an art wife, she tried to make him into one. Alice Liddell? “Dined out” on Lewis Carroll’s work until well into her 80s.

Gala Dali? “No one liked Gala,” Prose writes briskly. Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s muse, Lizzie Siddal? A drug addict, she sniffs. The painter Lee Miller? Puhleeze, she seems to hiss–a drunk! And so on, replete with vicious discussions of the bizarre (to Prose) eating habits of each artist. Groats and macrobiotic regimens and salads, oh my.

So why did Prose even write the book, and why do we read it? Perhaps because of the difference between magic and art. Sleight of hand and sleight of head are two entirely different prestidigitations, and the spark generated when each of her profiled artists united with his muse flares brilliantly in the enduring work of each collaboration even today.

But one needn’t be a Ballantine or a Lennon to have a muse. In considering what prompts creativity, we asked a few local artists what constitutes a muse for them.

Sebastopol painter Mylette Welch had the good fortune to have a great and enduring love inform her work–her “big, yellow guy,” Gus. “A houndy Labrador,” Gus had just died of cancer weeks before Welsh was contacted for this story, and Welch’s grief is still fresh.

“He was my studio dog,” she says sadly of her companion of 12 years. “He’d come here and sit while I painted. He considered it his job. He was my muse; he was the reason that I started painting dogs. I was working a day job and trying to paint at night, when everyone was asleep. I was doing [pictures of] empty rooms and one night I put him into a painting, and that grew into what I’ve been doing for the past six years.”

In fact, Welch credits Gus with her transformation from scrambling artist to working artist. “Because I started painting Gus,” she explains, “I was able to not do any other jobs. I had been working in galleries, selling work. I was able to only be a studio painter.”

Accustomed to being commissioned to paint posthumous works of other people’s departed dogs, Welch has recently completed a tribute to her muse. And she’s somewhat heartened by the fact that portraits of Gus have sold so well. “He’s in a lot of people’s living rooms,” she says with a hint of brightness.

Welch has another dog, Calvin. “He’s been coming in the studio, which he never did before. He’s used to Gus begging for him or scratching to come in. He’s really trying to take over, but those,” she says wistfully, “are big paws to fill.”

Sonoma ceramicist Cynthia Hipkiss, whose happy, large figurines of overweight ladies invariably balancing hats made of fruit while wearing big lipsticky smiles, has a decidedly different muse. “I didn’t get along well with my mother when I was a girl, and she hated my artwork,” Hipkiss says brightly. “The more that I did what she didn’t like, the more I did it.”

Hipkiss, who started her career as a painter, began with cheerfully savage portraits of her mother’s bridge club before discovering the palpable pleasures of clay. While attending art classes at Sonoma State University, she covered her oversized female forms with crocheted gowns that her instructor assured her “showed all the wrong things.”

While Hipkiss is best known for her sweetly obese women, she’ll happily create from wordplay and jokes as they strike her. “People phone me to sell me vacuums and I’ll make them out of clay instead.” The fantastical tabloids Weekly World News and the Sun are constant sources, inspiring Hipkiss to create such tributes to “news” as her ceramic version of Woman Gives Birth to 8-and-a-Half Pound Eyeball, which sold to a Santa Rosa doctor. “My daughter hates it,” she reports gleefully.

The artist is currently working fervently on a nationwide salute to the Miss America pageant, creating a blissfully big contestant from each of the 50 states. “I was raised to be very conscious of fat,” she says. “You know, ‘You have fat legs.’ You had to be tan, you had to be slim–it was that whole thing that was so sad. My skin is still really white, I still have fat legs, and I don’t give a shit.”

Though Hipkiss, who is quite slim, avers that most large women adore her work, she has had one or two take offense. She shrugs, “I have four kids, so it seems like I was a big woman for a long time.”

Painter Alice Thibeau didn’t even know that she was supposed to have a muse. “If I’d had one, I’d have done better,” she says, pausing. “Of course, it’s a mentor I could use.”

Thibeau, who attended Smith College in the ’50s, had poet Sylvia Plath as an instructor. “Certainly, she didn’t give me any help. She was a terrible snob. And of course, I just lusted after her.” Thibeau took painting classes at Smith, but had the usual young person’s grasp of the world. “I already knew everything, and all I had to do was to prove it,” she says with a twinkle. “Of course, I couldn’t–so I had lots of babies instead.”

Four daughters later, she enrolled at the San Francisco Art Institute, where, she gaily reports, all the male students “just painted their penises.” She longed to copy and draw from the masters but was afraid to do so in that climate. Later attending school in France, she says “the first thing they had us do was to copy.”

Today, Thibeau uses Édouard Manet–and the character Marcella from the Raggedy Anne books–as her muse. “I was under the impression that the impressionists didn’t use the color black, and for years I was afraid to use Manet. But once I did, I felt so free,” she says. A tall panel with the ghostly outline of a dancing woman, painted upon a scroll of antique wallpaper, stands in her studio.

“I have to be careful to make new rules that I don’t have to keep,” she says. “That way, I can keep making them up and breaking them.”

From the July 3-9, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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West County Skatepark

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Photograph by Michael Amsler

Later, Skater: Jeffrey Edelheit of the Middle Way and Flynn Street homeowner Gail Hamilton don’t see eye to eye on the West County Skatepark issue.

Skating on Thin Ice

The West County Skatepark has been approved, but will local residents stomach the intrusion?

By Sara Bir

It’s a quintessential West County idea: a lush green Eden for young and old, half skatepark, half permaculture site. Lectures on using worm castings as fertilizer would take place only yards away from 14-year-olds doing nose grinds. Laughter of the formerly disenfranchised youth would ring out alongside that of master gardeners.

The tenacity of the players involved in the West County Skatepark and Community Garden has opened a door for their vision to become a reality. And on May 27, when the Sebastopol Planning Commission unanimously approved a use permit for the skatepark’s proposed site on Laguna Vista Way, that dream got the big boost it’s been needing for years.

But the residents of a tiny neighborhood a stone’s throw away from the proposed site are not so thrilled. On the surface, it’s the same old story–“We don’t want no skatepark here”–that knocked down the many previous attempts to establish a West County skatepark. In fact, it’s pretty much a given that no matter where you try to build a skatepark, segments of the community will object.

People need gardens, skaters need to skate, and youth need to be included in the community. So how was it that, in clearing the way for such a place, nine households were made to feel that they were totally excluded from the community? Permaculture or not, the construction of the skatepark and community garden will alter their lives for as long as they continue to live on Flynn Street.

This is a story of winning and losing and how it does not always boil down to good vs. evil. Because skateparks are not bad–but neither are quirky little neighborhoods.

The West County Skatepark Organization’s roots reach back to the mid-’80s. Youths then involved with initial efforts to get a skatepark in Sebastopol are now adults with their own kids who skate, and their main hope is a weedy lot close to downtown that houses the temporary site of the Sebastopol Community Garden.

The grass roots of this project run deep, and the intersecting groups of people involved in its planning–besides the West County Skatepark Organization, there’s the Middle Way, Greenacre Group Homes, and the city of Sebastopol itself–knock around the terms “community” and “integration” with great enthusiasm. “The potential is there, and we want to see it through,” says Jeffrey Edelheit, director of the Middle Way, a Sebastopol organization that provides vocational training for adults with challenges.

As an offshoot, the Middle Way started a program called the RITES Project (Return Intentions Toward Ecological Sustainability), whose 40-odd volunteers work on a variety of ecology projects–one of them being the skatepark and community garden site.

Edelheit notes, “The goal was to find a permanent place for the garden and an interactive park for the city, because there is nothing like this. We’re actually going to have gardens where people can grow their own vegetables [and] native plants . . . a place where people will be demonstrating biointensive farming techniques for urban dwellers.”

That’s the goal. The current reality is a little grittier. The Laguna Park Way site near Morris Street has housed the informal community garden for about a year. It’s a green spot, though not instantly recognizable as a garden per se; weeds run rampant, and chaotic little plots of cultivation are scattered throughout the property. Sprouts peek through untended mounds of mulch and compost. There’s a gazebo, wildflowers, planters–it’s got the potential to be a sliver of land teeming with life, though now, in the battle between tamed vegetation and vacant lot, vacant lot is winning.

The hum from the fans at the adjacent Ryne Design Cabinet Shop creates a constant whirring drone, but the popping of gunshots at the Sebastopol Rifle and Pistol Club on the opposite side breaks through the drone every now and then. It’s not a quiet place. With a skatepark in between, it wouldn’t get any quieter–but according to the proponents of the skatepark, it wouldn’t get any louder, either.

The property, zoned for light industrial use, was owned by Ken Martin. When the nonprofit West County Skatepark Organization contacted Martin and asked if he’d be interested in a skatepark and garden, he said yes. Currently the land is in escrow on its way to becoming city property.

Bill Kohl got involved with the West County Skatepark Organization about six years ago. “The initial effort dated back to the mid-’80s,” he says. “Mostly we had kids ages 10 to 15. They learned after about a two-year effort that they didn’t really have any political muscle, they didn’t have a financial backer, and we had no site. They went to the city council meetings, but basically got nowhere.”

David Pippé was one of the kids involved in that very first attempt to get a skatepark in the West County. That was 15 years ago, when he was 13. Now he’s a counselor for troubled youths and sits on the board of the West County Skatepark Organization as technical director. “I used to have to skateboard two miles into town, and once I got here, you’d just get kicked out of everywhere,” he recalls. “The only real opportunity was when the Santa Rosa park opened.”

Pippé sees today’s kids much as he once saw himself–with nowhere to go. “A lot of these kids don’t have very much to do and just wind up in parking lots and in the town square and other places. It’s a problem for residents, because they don’t like to see kids–you always hear the story of someone crashing into an old lady. So [a skatepark] prevents all that, and we have a little cultural epicenter for the kids.”

According to the Skatepark Association of the United States of America, skateparks are the first recreational choice among teenagers when polled by parks and recreation departments. “In this age bracket, skateboarding is the third most popular sport in the nation,” says Pippé. “When I was a kid, we had our bicycles. It’s a mode of transportation in addition to a sport, and even as a mode of transportation they were being harassed.”

Efforts for creating a skatepark were sent into a dormant phase by numerous rebuffs, but they started up again once an infusion of new interest and participation was reestablished–some of it from the city itself. The current bid for a skatepark started three years ago. That’s when the West County Skatepark Organization was established, and the kids involved did fundraising for the $1,000 needed to set it up as a nonprofit.

Organization members spent the better part of a year looking at sites, both new and old–over 30, in all. Sites at the Teen Center, Ragle Ranch Park, and Libby Park were considered, but all were eventually rejected.

“It’s really been a long, uphill struggle,” says Pippé. “We’ve had so many people say no, we’ve gone through so many different public hearings, we’ve gone through meetings, this group shooting us down, this neighborhood shooting us down.”

“We decided to take the path of least resistance,” Kohl says, which is how the Skateboard Organization arrived at the Laguna Park Way site. It’s close to the downtown, nary a quarter of a block away from the police station, and–most importantly–it’s gotten the go-ahead from the Sebastopol Planning Commission. What objections could there possibly be?

 

Flynn Street is a short, dead-end street with just under two dozen residents. “It’s really a neat neighborhood,” says Gail Hamilton, who rents out a duplex on Flynn Street and lives in Santa Rosa. “I know it looks sort of funky, but it’s just people who have been living there for a long time. It’s very safe there–the kids have always played out in the streets.” Hamilton has been very involved with voicing the Flynn Street residents’ concerns about the skatepark.

“The whole thing was kept very low-key so that nobody even knew,” says Hamilton on the city’s methods of informing Flynn Street residents of important facts regarding the skatepark-garden. On Oct. 17, 2002, Kenyon Webster, planning director for the city of Sebastopol, sent out a letter to property owners, residents, and businesses bordering the proposed Laguna Park Way site to alert them that the city of Sebastopol had entered into a purchase contract for the site. “We are anticipating that this design will evolve in response to comments from the public as well as from potential users of the garden and skateboard park,” the letter read.

“We were reassured that ‘this is probably not going to happen’ by Kenyon Webster, and so we relaxed, assuming he meant what he said,” says Hamilton. “And then we found out they actually even had plans drawn up several months later.”

Actual plans have not been drawn up, though Wormhoudt Inc.– an internationally respected skatepark design firm based in Santa Cruz, whom the West County Skatepark Organization has on retainer–made up some preliminary designs just to get an idea of how the park might take shape. The skatepark itself has been allocated 15,000 square feet, taking up less than half the space of the property.

The garden would be integrated around the skating areas. “The idea we have promoted is two separate areas: one for the beginners, and one for the advanced skaters,” Kohl says. “The skaters that came to our last meeting on design were receptive to that idea, because they said there was an issue between the little guys and the big guys on the same surface.”

And the proximity to downtown is a vital element, says Kohl. “We’ve talked with other skatepark organizations that have built parks in the county, and we said, ‘Well, what would you do differently if you had [to do] it all over?’ One of the main things they said was, ‘We would build the park closer to the downtown area.'”

The projected cost of the skatepark is still up in the air. “We’re taking it one step at a time,” Kohl says, “until we get funding and open space, and see how much more money we need to raise. We are getting private donations coming in, and we have some more grants we’re looking at.” The West County Skatepark Organization has already gained approval for a $199,919 grant from Community Partnerships for Youth that was awarded in April.

Every resident on Flynn Street with the exception of one signed a petition against locating a skatepark on the proposed site. Residents then met with Webster and Edelheit. “We had one community meeting where all of neighbors got together with the city, and the community was . . . pretty upset,” Edelheit says. “They didn’t really know what was going on, and they felt that the city was trying to do things behind their back. We got a lot of input from the community and the neighborhood as far as what they would like to see.

“I think one of the biggest concerns of the community,” continues Edelheit, “is they felt that the city is trying to drive this through, and they want to make sure the process is done fairly. They don’t want encroachment on their privacy or their right to have a peaceful neighborhood.”

The neighborhood’s biggest issues are noise, graffiti, parking, and flooding. “We’ve talked about security, and they haven’t had answers as to how that would happen,” says Elizabeth Tessier. She and her husband have lived on Flynn Street in a rented duplex for two years. “If there was graffiti, they’ve said the park would be closed, and we said, ‘What about graffiti on our property?'”

The Skatepark Organization has proposed putting up a 7-foot- to 8-foot-high cement wall or planting barriers on both sides to block the noise and keep people from going into the industrial area or accessing the park from Flynn Street. “But the truth of the matter is,” Tessier says, “unless you put razor wire on top of the fence, they’re going to get in if the gate’s locked. If they want to skate at night, they’re going to get in.” When Tessier–who used to skate in a drainage ditch off Todd Road when she was younger–was asked if she used to do stuff like that herself, she readily admits she did.

“I knew the good skateboarders and bad skateboarders, and I knew that not only the good kids of Sebastopol were going to be coming here, and that there would be drug–more than just the kids from high school walking through here and smoking pot,” Tessier says.

The Skatepark Organization said it would look into constructing the park without night lighting to help enforce a sunset closing time, although the potential of having evening events was brought up at the planning commission meeting.

As for the noise, Edelheit says “the wheels that kids use today are not known to make noise. More noise will probably come from them having fun–and skaters don’t hip and holler when they’re skating. They’re concentrating.”

Edelheit says that there are a lot of “fear factors” involved. “When we had our public meeting, people were afraid that ‘foul-mouthed, dyed [hair] kids’–as if they were mutants of society–were going to be here. I think we’re disconnected from the youth of the community on a large scale,” Edelheit says. “Theoretically, the community should want a park. “

Kohl continues, “The issues are always the same: lights, noise, graffiti, eliminating green space and building concrete structures, and the ‘undesirable element’–whatever that is. You’re talking about our kids.”

But Tessier says, “It’s not like my husband and I are blind to what youth is–we remember quite well. I’m all for skateboard parks. I’d just like to be able to be working here without hearing kids swearing and screaming.”

Regarding parking, Edelheit estimates that there’s street parking for about 100 cars along Laguna Park Way–and there is some bus transportation. “Kids just don’t drive to skateparks,” he says. Or if they do, they carpool with a friend or have a parent drop them off. But what about out-of-town skaters? Will the skatepark’s use be heavy enough to make parking an issue?

Hamilton thinks so. “I don’t know why Sebastopol feels like they need to make a giant park for the entire West County. And I lived in West County; I know the West County. People are going to drive. And there are going to be cars parked, it’s not just going to be moms dropping their kids off.”

Tessier agrees. “If there is a garage sale on this street, we can’t get out of our driveway. It’s essentially a one-lane street. I think that they’ll go to the spot that’s closer to the park. Flynn Street is right before the park. Laguna Park Way is a good block away.”

But Camille Torres, RITES representative to the community, says, “Most of those issues, I feel we’ve already solved for them. The parking issue keeps coming up, and we’ll make it very clear that parking is not going to be on their street.”

Torres adds that “skaters are willing to volunteer and clean up, too. . . . These kids have been working for so many years, and they keep getting turned down every time. And we’re close, we’re really close.”

The enthusiasm of the RITES Project is palpable. One gets the feeling that if anyone could pull off a skatepark and community permaculture garden, it’s them. “Coming into the RITES Project, I find their meetings are a breath of fresh air–a lot of idea exchange, a lot of potential,” says Pippé. “It’s really nice having support; it’s a newfound hope from someplace where we didn’t expect it.”

Edelheit explains the need for “a symbiotic relationship between the garden and the skatepark, because it’s not just about youth. Why can’t we combine the youth and children and adults and seniors, and have true multi-use? Our goal is to not make it a cement playground, but integration between green space and active recreation. The RITES Project, who are all permaculturists and ecologists, want to have a natural setting.”

“We want to create a mixture,” Torres says. “A lot of people who spend time in community parks, they’re elderly and have the time to hang out and garden all day. And so we want to find different ways to bring this together.” The inclusion of a bocce court has even been mentioned, as well as a stage for classes on gardening and permaculture, and a medicine garden for the skaters (or anyone else) to use in case they get scraped.

“One of the really important things [the RITES Project is] trying to do is empower kids with knowledge,” Torres says. “It seems a lot of the time kids are pushed out of society–‘Don’t skate in the park, don’t go here, you can’t do this.’ But they still have to have a presence. I think we have an obligation as a community to identify that and do what we can to manifest it.”

“The youth are part of us,” says Edelheit. “We want to eliminate the separation and give them some respect here.”

Respect is what the Flynn Street residents would like, too. “This isn’t a way to treat people,” says Hamilton. “Nobody had plenty of notice; we had to fight for every notice we got. When we made a big thing about it, then they gave us notice. To me, it’s over, and that’s how I feel right now,” says Hamilton. “It’s framing us as antiskate people. We’re not against kids.”

From the July 3-9, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Drug Policy

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Weeding out the Demos

Comparing the candidates’ positions on marijuana

By Steven Wishnia

The Bush junta’s record on pot is abysmal. Some people hoped that as a Republican recovering alcoholic and cokehead, George W. might pull a “Nixon goes to China” on drug policy, but his performance in office has been more like Nixon bombing hospitals in Vietnam. From the crackdowns on medical marijuana and glass pipes to the threats to Canada if it decriminalizes pot, he’s made cultural war on cannabis the center of his drug policy.

So what are the alternatives? Well, as it’s unlikely that the United States will elect a Green or a Libertarian in 2004, that leaves the Democrats. Which isn’t much.

Except for Ohio Rep. Dennis Kucinich, none of the candidates’ campaigns returned phone calls. Ethan Nadelmann of the Drug Policy Alliance, who has met with several of the candidates, says all were willing to support a minimal agenda of lowering mandatory-minimum sentences, reducing the disparity between penalties for crack and powder cocaine, and “paying lip service” to treatment instead of prisons.

But so far, there are no Gary Johnsons running. While Congress’ most rabid drug warriors are mainly Republicans, Democrats often want to appear compassionate without risking being seen as “soft on drugs.”

Some activists are optimistic. “How does the Democratic Party define itself as different from the Republicans?” asks John Hartman of the Ohio Cannabis Society. “This is one issue where they could.” Ben Gaines of Students for a Sensible Drug Policy says that depends on “if we can get the candidates to understand that it’s beneficial for them to talk at least about medical marijuana.”

But, observes Nadelmann, despite the 70 percent to 80 percent support for medical marijuana in polls, the cannabis constituency hasn’t organized to the point where politicians have to pay attention to it. Here’s how the current presidential hopefuls roll up.

Rep. Dennis Kucinich (Ohio)

Kucinich, a relative longshot, has taken the strongest stance of any Democrat in the race so far. He told reporters in May that medical marijuana should be available “to any patient who needs it to alleviate pain and suffering.” He is not a co-sponsor of Rep. Barney Frank’s bill to let states legalize medical marijuana but has signed on to a measure that would allow defendants in federal pot trials to claim medical use.

The former Cleveland mayor, who is campaigning as an antiwar, working-class liberal–he advocates a Cabinet Department of Peace and a government-run universal healthcare system–is a recent convert to drug-law reform; in 1998, he voted for a House resolution condemning medical-marijuana initiatives. “Dennis didn’t come out of the closet until recently,” says John Hartman.

Still, says Nadelmann, “Kucinich is the one who’s jumping out.” He’s worked to repeal the Higher Education Act’s ban on student loans for convicted pot smokers, and his campaign website declares that the war on drugs “produces many casualties, but benefits only the prison-industrial complex.”

“We’re still developing our policy on the drug war,” says a Kucinich campaign spokesperson, “but we are looking at the direction European countries and Canada have been moving in and find that more rational than the ineffective criminal-justice approach in our country.”

Sen. John Kerry (Massachusetts)

One of the race’s leading liberals and top two fundraisers, Kerry told The New Yorker in 2002 that he had smoked pot a few times. But “he hasn’t been supportive,” says Bill Downing of the Massachusetts Cannabis Reform Coalition, especially when compared to fellow Massachusetts Democrat Barney Frank.

The senator has told constituents he supports retaining the Higher Education Act’s student-loan ban, notes Downing, and pushed for more interdiction during his 16 years on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. He did vote against the Methamphetamine Anti-Proliferation Act of 1999 (which could have outlawed publishing pot-growing advice) and may have indicated some support for medical marijuana. However, according to Allen St. Pierre of the National Organization for the Reform of the Marijuana Laws, Kerry would not answer Dr. Lester Grinspoon’s repeated requests that he sponsor Frank’s medical-pot bill in the Senate.

Sen. Joseph Lieberman (Connecticut)

Al Gore’s running mate in the 2000 election, Lieberman was a sponsor of the RAVE Act in 2002, which as enacted this year makes it easier for the feds to prosecute rave promoters–or anyone letting people get high in their house, if you read the law literally. Arguably the most conservative of the nine Democrats in the race, he did oppose congressional attempts to suppress D.C.’s 1998 medical-marijuana vote, but he also sponsored a resolution condemning state medical-pot initiatives. His censorious stand on video games and popular music also puts him in untrustworthy territory.

Rep. Richard Gephardt (Missouri)

Gephardt, the former House minority leader, has concentrated his campaign on economic issues and healthcare. He doesn’t seem to have spent much time thinking about drugs, says Nadelmann. “I’ve never heard him make a statement one way or the other,” says Dan Viets of Missouri NORML. However, he voted for the 1998 resolution against medical marijuana, which passed 310-93.

Former governor Howard Dean (Vermont)

Dean’s strong opposition to the Iraq war and support for gay marriage have won him credentials as a liberal, but his legislative arm-twisting and veto threats killed Vermont’s medical-marijuana bill in 2002. “My opposition to medical marijuana is based on science, not based on ideology,” he told the Liberal Oasis website (liberaloasis.com) in May, adding that medical use should be approved by the Food and Drug Administration, not by “political means.”

The former governor’s rhetoric is good, says Nadelmann–he has called the drug war a failure and criticized mandatory-minimum sentences–but on the issues that actually crossed his desk, medical marijuana and methadone maintenance, he was “among the worst.”

Sen. Bob Graham (Florida)

Graham has the strongest drug warrior record of any of the nine. He sponsored the Ecstasy Prevention Act of 2001. As governor of Florida, he claimed credit for the state’s first mandatory-minimum law for drug smugglers. His website advocates building more prisons. However, he may not be completely closed-minded about medical marijuana.

A co-author of the 2001 USA Patriot Act, Graham has criticized Bush for invading Iraq instead of shoring up domestic security and going after al Qaida.

Sen. John Edwards (North Carolina)

Edwards told the San Francisco Chronicle in May that he supported more study on medical marijuana, but “wouldn’t change the law now”–a stance St. Pierre calls “weasely.” A first-term senator, he appears to be positioning himself as a Clintonesque candidate, a vaguely populist lawyer who can appeal to both Southerners and liberals. He has already raised over $7 million.

Rev. Al Sharpton (New York)

The New York activist hasn’t taken a specific position on pot but has been active in the movement to reform the state’s harsh Rockefeller drug laws. Sharpton has also been up-front in protesting police killing people in botched drug busts, such as the case of Alberta Spruill, a 57-year-old Harlem woman who died of a heart attack–literally scared to death–after police smashed in her door and set off a stun grenade in an “Oops–wrong address” raid on her apartment in May.

Former senator Carol Moseley-Braun (Illinois)

Moseley-Braun, the first black woman elected to the Senate, has verbally supported decriminalizing pot–though not legalizing it–since the 1970s but “never did anything to make it happen” during her 1993-1999 term, says St. Pierre, and her staff made it clear that it wasn’t one of her priorities. Her main issues have been criticizing Bush for invading Iraq, endangering civil liberties, and cutting taxes on the rich.

From the June 26-July 2, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Healthcare

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Fixing the Age Gap: Shirlee Zane of the Council on Aging stands in front of a portrait of a client by Harvey Henningsen.

Same Old Problems

As our population ages, the healthcare system struggles to catch up

By Joy Lanzendorfer

Roy and Ivera Cobb can’t even remember how long they’ve lived in Sonoma County. The couple lives in Burbank Heights Apartments, a retirement community in Sebastopol. Like many older people, they subsist on a fixed income that includes Social Security–a hard enough feat as it is considering the ever increasing cost of living.

A few years ago, health complications led to some new medical bills for the Cobbs. They had Medicare, but that didn’t help when it came to the cost of prescription drugs, which the program doesn’t cover. Pushed to make choices between their health and food and shelter, the Cobbs decided to declare bankruptcy.

“I didn’t like it very much, myself, ” says Ivera. “But we’re not the only ones we know who have had to take out bankruptcy to pay for our bills. I know other people who did it. At least four or five people I know took bankruptcy out because of healthcare.”

The Cobbs continue to struggle with their medical bills to this day, which they say are hard to manage. But when it comes to paying for their prescriptions, they have no choice.

“I just go and get the prescriptions anyway, even when we don’t have the money,” says Ivera. “I have to have it.”

While the healthcare system poses a challenge for most people these days, for the elderly the problems are more pressing, especially in light of the closing of Sutter Medical’s Senior Health Center this month. The center was the only program in Sonoma County that specialized in geriatric medicine. With its closure, it will mean one less option for seniors when it comes to their healthcare. If this trend continues, their only option left will be to not get sick.

An Aging County

Chances are, the healthcare of the elderly population will affect you at some point, too. Sonoma County’s population of 55 and older grew by 21 percent from 1990 to 2000, and 12.6 percent of the county is over 65 (slightly higher than the state average), according to the 2000 census.

More remarkably, the number of people aged 45 to 54 grew 82 percent during the same time period, compared to an increase of 49 percent nationally. That age group will continue to grow, as the largest segment of the U.S. population, the baby boomers–those born between 1946 to 1964–marches toward retirement. As that group ages, the healthcare system will be increasingly strained, and small problems that exist now may become serious later.

While Sonoma County’s largest population is still a young one, with the age 35-44 population barely edging out the age 44-54 population at 16.5 percent to 16.1 percent, younger generations will also be affected by senior healthcare. As parents and grandparents deal with large bills or neglect their health problems because they can’t afford to see a doctor, the younger generations may end up paying for care or giving the care themselves, at great burden and personal sacrifice.

“We’re an intergenerational society, whether or not we want to pretend that the market is king,” says Carol Estes, professor and founding director of the Institute for Health and Aging at UC San Francisco. “It’s just not the case when we’re in a family. These problems can’t be solved separately.”

The Senior Center’s Demise

Healthcare is in bad shape in Sonoma County. Among other problems, costs continue to rise, doctors and other medical professionals are in short supply, and healthcare providers are closing down or restricting services. Since most of the elderly are on a fixed income, and since they have the biggest need for medical care, changes in the medical system hit them the hardest.

“If I were going to pinpoint one issue that is affecting the elderly, I would say access to care,” says Shirlee Zane, executive director of the Council on Aging. “Medicare is not widely received by doctors anymore, and the cost of prescription drugs are high, especially for people who only have Medicare.”

Nearly 700 patients were served through Sutter’s Senior Health Center, though CEO Mike Cohill estimates that there are probably closer to 530 repeat patients. Sutter has been undergoing major restructuring. It laid off over 70 employees and closed its pediatric intensive care unit in December.

“We implemented the overall hospital breakthrough plan in an attempt to stem the significant financial losses we were taking of around $2 million a year,” says Cohill. “The senior section was also losing money, about $200,000 per year.”

Though only one-third of the center’s patients had Medicare, it was losing money because the government does not reimburse equal to every dollar of Medicare spent. When the center opened, reimbursement was based on the cost of operating. Over time, the reimbursement changed to a flat per-visit charge, which was not enough to cover the cost of operating, explains Cohill.

The closing of the Senior Health Center has been met with opposition from senior groups, who feel that Sutter Medical could maintain the center if it were made a priority.

“Sutter is doing what a lot of healthcare organizations are doing right now,” says Zane. “They are saving the sexy programs, the ones that are going to pay. They are keeping the heart program open, which has nice coverage, but they are closing the geriatric center, which wasn’t really losing that much. But Cohill sees that though it’s not losing much now, it won’t make a lot of money in the long run.”

Sutter is required by law to find its patients new doctors or risk accusations of patient dumping. As of this writing, Sutter still needed to find doctors for 240 patients but was confident it would be able to do so before the end of the month, despite the fact that fewer doctors are taking Medicare.

Critics admit that while it is likely that Sutter will find the doctors, the move will be hard on older patients, who often have long-standing relationships with their doctors.

“I’ve had to change doctors three times, and I’m 43 years old,” says Zane. “Imagine what’s that like for someone in their 70s or 80s to make that change, especially when they have a long health history with a doctor.”

The center was also the only one specializing in geriatric medicine. Seniors have more complicated health needs requiring attention, such as emotional and cognitive problems. And while a family practice may be equipped to deal with most health problems, seniors can sometimes get lost in the shuffle.

Generally, seniors can find technologies like voice mail intimidating and confusing. They can also have a hard time adjusting to the more streamlined, efficient doctor visits designed for younger patients who understand modern approaches to medicine, such as group classes and shorter visits.

In fact, research shows that elderly people get less time with a doctor on average, only about seven minutes compared to about twice that for younger people, according to Estes.

“Young people get more time with your average doctor, while at the same time, the elderly need more care and have more complex needs,” she says. “That’s how they end up taking a bag of 30 drugs. The doctors don’t have the time to check them out properly.”

With the closing of the Senior Health Center, Kaiser’s Senior Advantage Program becomes the only Medicare program of its kind still operating in Sonoma, Napa, and Marin counties. While healthcare providers of all kinds struggle, Kaiser continues to do well financially because its costs are all contained in one system.

Still, the North Bay Kaiser operations received only two out of five stars on a survey this spring by the California HealthCare Foundation. The survey rated HMO plans for seniors by looking at premium costs, co-payments, plan benefits, and prescription drugs.

But even the survey admits that most of Kaiser’s faults were related to the low reimbursement rate from the government for Medicare patients, something that has taken quite a toll. Last year, Health Plan of the Redwoods went under, leaving 78,000 patients with new doctors and higher rates. Five other medical groups also collapsed, all due in part to low reimbursement from the government for Medicare. Simply put, the cost of healthcare has greatly increased while reimbursement rates haven’t kept pace.

Sonoma County has an additional problem because the government has classified it a “rural” rather than an “urban” area. The rural designation means that healthcare providers receive 15-20 percent less than urban areas.

“There have been a lot of changes in Sonoma and Marin counties with groups collapsing,” says Karen Weddle, project director of the Health Insurance Counseling and Advocacy Program. “As things continue in this direction, physicians will limit their practices even more to Medi-Cal and Medicare patients. It will exacerbate an already serious problem.”

Medicare and Prescription Drugs

Another problem for seniors is that Medicare doesn’t cover prescription drugs. In fact, Medicare has never covered drugs since it was formed in 1965, yet drugs have become central to medicine since that time. Biopharmaceutical advances have led to drugs that can mean the difference between life and death, prevent serious surgeries, and improve quality of life for a patient. And there are hundreds of other new drugs in the FDA pipeline waiting to be released to the public. While many believe seniors are overmedicated as a whole (a problem more likely caused by multiple doctors and short visit times), there’s no denying the importance of drugs in modern medicine.

One prescription can cost several hundred dollars. And 67 percent of seniors on Medicare have multiple chronic illnesses often requiring multiple prescriptions. Paying for all those prescriptions can quickly become unmanageable.

Seniors deal with this problem in different ways. Those with low incomes can go on Medi-Cal, which does cover prescription drugs. Others use organizations like the Health Insurance Counseling and Advocacy Program to help sift through complicated supplemental Medicare programs. Still others use HMOs to cover the difference, and many simply try to get by with paying out of pocket for their medicine.

Roughly 20 percent of the average senior’s income is spent on out-of-pocket healthcare expenses, usually for medicine. For the low-income population, about 40 percent of income is spent on prescription drugs and other healthcare expenses. It’s easy to see how seniors can get in situations where they are faced with choosing between their healthcare needs and their bills. It’s also easy to see why so many declare bankruptcy, like Mr. and Mrs. Cobb.

Some say drug companies are taking advantage of the fact that Medicare doesn’t cover prescriptions by making money off of a captive market. “There is a lot of profiteering in pharmaceuticals,” says Estes. “Our whole healthcare system is built on a profit motive, which has distorted the incentive for care. It makes care less accessible to the population. For-profit HMOs and for-profit pharmaceuticals and for-profit long-term care just raise costs and don’t have a uniform set of benefits for everyone.”

Others, however, feel that the market is the best way to regulate the cost of healthcare. President Bush is pushing through a bill that would add drug benefits to Medicare. He is urging Congress to vote on it by July 4.

Under the bill, drug benefits wouldn’t be doled out through a complex formula of reimbursements, as is the rest of Medicare. Instead, private insurance companies would start government-subsidized prescription drug plans for the elderly. The bill would also encourage patients to get their healthcare through Preferred Provider Organizations, or PPOs, which would push them toward specific providers.

Republicans feel that using private insurers this way will create competition and drive prices lower, thereby giving seniors more choice. Democrats, however, say this is the Republicans’ attempt to privatize Medicare and to scratch the back of the pharmaceutical and insurance industries.

“Bush’s plan is a step in the wrong direction,” says Congresswoman Lynn Woolsey. “Privatization works wonderfully to maximize profits but falls short of providing the healthcare that American seniors need. Healthcare is a public necessity, and it must not be left to the whims of market forces, profit margins, and private business concerns.”

Many liberals support building on the existing Medicare program and moving toward universal healthcare. Rather than watering down the system through involving the private sector, proponents want to see additions to the system so that eventually all people will be able to access healthcare.

But universal healthcare has its detractors, too.

“Universal healthcare eats at the gross national product and offers far less care than privatized insurance,” says Doug Williams of Santa Rosa’s Heritage Financial Services, which brokers insurance for businesses. “There are long waits for services, especially for specialized care. And the taxes are horrible in countries that have a single-payer system.”

Long-term Care

Seniors also lack long-term care, a term that used to mean nursing care but now covers a variety of services, including in-home, mental health, physical therapy, and even food and shopping.

While it’s difficult for older people to pay for medication out of pocket, it’s nearly impossible to pay for long-term care.

Many people who need long-term care end up in nursing homes. While only 5 percent of the elderly live in nursing homes, 45 percent may spend some time there for various reasons, such as rehabilitation from surgery or to recuperate from a stroke.

In recent years, many nursing homes have come under criticism for abuse or neglect of the elderly. Some cities have begun policing nursing homes for this very reason. Redwood City just launched a program where local police make random checks in nursing homes to check for mistreatment. San Francisco may soon follow suit. The California HealthCare Foundation also created a database ranking the safest and best nursing homes in the area.

But the lack of long-term care is just part of the overall picture. In a time when one uninsured hospital stay can devastate a family financially, the need for healthcare reform is more important than ever. Ignoring prevention or not getting follow-up care is not only more painful to the patient, it’s more costly to everyone involved.

Because many older people are ashamed of their situation and don’t want to cause embarrassment to their families, they are reluctant to talk about their experiences with healthcare, which makes it hard to know how bad this problem really is.

“It’s penny-wise, pound foolish to ignore this problem,” says Zane. “We are so enamored with youth in this culture, we have to change the attitudes beneath the lack of care. Seniors need to get angry about this. They need to organize and stand up for their rights.”

From the June 26-July 2, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Bistrot La Poste

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Photograph by Michael Amsler

The Right Stuff: Partners Francois de Tessan and Rob Larman of Bistrot La Poste do a lot in a small space.

Special Delivery

Bistrot La Poste, a micro-Parisian district in Sonoma

By Sara Bir

So we went to Bistrot La Poste last night, and I’m now suffering from a restaurant hangover. This is where you wake up feeling wobbly and fusty–not from excessive drink, but from excessive food, drink, joviality, food, conversation, dessert, coffee, last bite of dessert, and a long and full-bellied drive home.

But we have no regrets. You can hardly set a toe into La Poste before it becomes apparent that, for the duration of your stay, you will be dining on La Poste’s terms. Those who are sports in this arena will have a smash-up time, and those who have very specific expectations of what a proper dining experience should entail would do better to stay home.

Here’s the deal. You walk in, then right away you turn around and walk out and mill around by front window until the restaurant can seat you. La Poste (which is a stone’s throw from the Sonoma post office) is itself the size of a postage stamp, affording no space for idle expectant diners.

Our table for three was wedged into a corner, and maitre d’/ringleader/co-owner Francois de Tessan brusquely corralled us into position: “OK, you first. Now you slide in there. And you last. Now I’m scooting in the table. OK, now you can move more to the left. Perfect.” This is the tactic it takes to pack diners into the tiny quarters; everyone sits so closely together that you will be talking to your neighbors. And for sure it will start off with this icebreaker: “Oh, excuse me, I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

Ah, but it’s all in good fun. Settling into La Poste is like going through a magic time-space warp into a living Robert Doisneau photo–yes, it is that French. As I’ve never been to Europe, this is all a hunch, but certainly there are no Great American Steakhouse vibes within a 100-yard radius.

The floor is multicolored tile that’s been buffed with time, and there are patches of yellow bloom in ghostly blotches on the pressed tin ceiling. Bench seating–above that a smoky mirror, and above that a narrow shelf–runs around the entire room. What I gather is an ancient postal uniform hangs on a hook on the wall, and issues of Paris-Match and bottles of Campari and Lillet dot the shelves.

The menu is written up on a chalkboard. In French. So putting my pricey culinary arts degree into action, I served as translator for my Aunt Sharon and her friend. Though I’m too much of a pansy to work in a restaurant, I can hella read a French menu.

No matter though, because a server, in a long white apron, came over and gave a very poised English rundown of the menu. This reassured Aunt Sharon and her friend–who didn’t trust my French–though we did have to strain to hear over the din of chatter and clanging silverware. Slices of baguette were brought out, followed by a plate of warm gougères, pastry puffs laced with sharp Gruyère cheese. It made me want a glass of rosé, so I ordered one. Our main server suggested that we order a bottle; we agreed, and then he ducked into the back to see what they had.

Seconds later, he emerged with a bottle of Bandol-Domaine Ott, which at $39 was at least $14 more than a bottle of the other rosé I had initially ordered a glass of. We loved the lightly fruity, wispy-dry and rusty-pink wine, but I wish our server had mentioned the price difference (which I later discovered when examining the bill). Overall, La Poste’s wine list is on the short side, and at least half of the bottles are French.

Taking cues from the table next to us, we ordered the starters that looked the best. My aunt got the chiffonade du crab ($13.95), a stack of shredded radicchio and endive crowned with hunks of crab and a crest of neon-orange flying-fish roe. In the light but tart vinaigrette, the salad’s crisp, almost pickled lettuces were tamed by the buttery crab. Lovely.

The betteraves and mâche ($8.95) may have been even lovelier. Diced roasted golden and purple beets were paired with avocado and delicate sprigs of mâche. The earthy beets yielded to the rich avocado, a fine pairing.

I could not help but order the friture de brandade ($7.95), orbs of salty-garlicky-flaky salt cod and potato purée rendered golden by a stint in the fryer. They came dappled with a lemony mayonnaise whose potency held its own against the steamy fritters. They looked like hush puppies, and I ate them with my fingers and didn’t feel badly about it.

As it was my aunt’s friend’s 50th birthday, we took pictures of ourselves with our food all throughout dinner. When you turn 50, you should be able to take pictures of whatever you damn well please and not feel squidgy about it. De Tessan then led the whole room in bellowing out “Happy Birthday,” and it wasn’t forced or cheesy at all like it is at the Olive Garden.

Aunt Sharon and Birthday Girl scored with their entrées. The carré d’ agneau ($25)–a rack of four juicy lamb chops with spinach and an insane blue-cheese potato gratin that must have packed in an entire cow’s worth of butterfat–enthralled Birthday Girl. The scallops ($22), three huge ones atop a ridge of potato purée, were given a lively acidic twinkle with a topping of sautéed tomato concassé and sweet onions. Meaty roasted Brussels spouts and slightly underdone haricots vert came on the side.

The pheasant (aka faison) schnitzel with fried sage ($25) was not particularly thrilling. I screwed up and ordered one too many fried things that night, so it’s kind of my fault. The breading was too thick and bready, and I’d have liked the meat to have been pounded thinner. The faison, too, came with the heart-attack potato gratin. Aching for vegetal matter, I ate Aunt Sharon’s Brussels sprouts.

Dessert is worth saving room for (good luck!), and it was impossible to resist the chocolate mousse after we had seen de Tessan carry out a soufflé dish full of mousse ($6.95) and ceremoniously plate it at a nearby table–a huge, free-form blop of mousse and an equally massive cloud of whipped cream. Holy cow. The silky stuff was as intense as a naked truffle.

We also ordered the tarte citron ($7.95), whose sunny filling was pleasantly puckery and whose crumbly crust had a nutty edge. I couldn’t decide which was better, the mousse or the tart, but for half an hour we nibbled our ways through each, chasing the microbites down with robust sips of coffee from a French press.

The later it got, the more Edith Piaf crooned over the sound system, and the more we spotted chef and co-owner Rob Larman (of Rob’s Rib Shack, also in Sonoma) venture out to the dining room. The staff sat down to their staff meal, and we grew sleepy and waited for our check. Perhaps we were not aggressive enough in vocalizing our readiness, but we were still laughing and carrying on and such.

The size constraints of La Poste’s dining room do compromise the level of service, but it’s no big deal; clearing dishes involves a lot of passing and reaching, and it does not happen quickly. There’s only room for two servers to snake their way through the room, and they can’t do everything lickety-split, though the pace at La Poste is not meant for that anyway. Sit back, enjoy the ride, gab with your neighbors, eavesdrop on other tables’ conversations, and leave your schedules at the door. I think I’ll eat at La Poste when I turn 50, in fact.

Bistrot La Poste, 599 Broadway Ave, Sonoma. 707.939.3663. Dinner Wednesday-Sunday. www.bistrotlaposte.com.

From the June 26-July 2, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Laguna de Santa Rosa

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Fresh and Clean

Pollutants in the Laguna de Santa Rosa get attention

By Joy Lanzendorfer

You only have to look at the Laguna de Santa Rosa to see that there’s a problem with it,” says Brenda Adelman, president of the Russian River Watershed Protection Committee. “You can see a lot of nutrient-rich growth and exotic plant growth like the water primrose, which, among other things, will produce more mosquitoes, giving rise to the concern of West Nile virus.”

The question of how much nutrients–particularly phosphorous, but also nitrogen–are polluting the laguna is the center of a new debate between scientists for the city of Santa Rosa and environmental groups.

Phosphorous and nitrogen are two elements commonly found in plant fertilizer. They are stimulating the water’s plant life, including algae. While algae in small doses are fine, too much of them can use all the oxygen in the water, suffocating fish and interrupting the ecosystem.

The laguna accounts for 10 percent of the water flowing through the Russian River. Salmon and steelhead also use the laguna as a corridor to the river. What pollutes one adds to the pollution of the other. But while most agree that the laguna is polluted, there is some dispute over which elements lead to the excess plant growth.

This month, the Environmental Protection Agency listed the Laguna de Santa Rosa for nitrogen and phosphorous impairments, meaning there are excessive amounts of both nutrients in the water. The EPA will be taking comments on the issue until July 7.

The nutrients come from several sources. Storm water carries the nutrients from lawns and landscapes into the laguna. The same rain also washes the nutrients from agriculture and dairy farms. And according to some, the nutrients also come from treated wastewater that the city of Santa Rosa dumps into the laguna from some 15 different locations.

“Santa Rosa has been dumping wastewater into the laguna for years,” says David McEnhill of the Russian River RiverKeeper Project. “Everywhere else in the U.S., phosphorous is recognized as a controller of excess algae blooms. But the city of Santa Rosa claims just the opposite. They are absolutely wrong.”

The city says that though it does test for phosphorous, it believes that nitrogen is the issue and has focused on treating nitrogen. However, if the listing remains permanent, the city may have to change how it treats phosphorous levels.

Tests done by the city show that the ratio of phosphorous to nitrogen in the laguna is about 10 to one. The low amount of nitrogen indicates that the algae use up the nitrogen and leave the phosphorous, meaning that the nitrogen is what is stimulating the plants, according to David Smith, a consultant with Merritt Smith Consulting, who acts as program manager for the city.

“First of all, there’s not a lot of evidence to suggest that the algae are what is controlling the oxygen in the laguna,” Smith says. “And secondly, we think it is the nitrogen, not the phosphorous, controlling algae.”

But scientist Dan Wickham did a study showing high levels of phosphorous in the laguna, making it what he called “probably the most impacted body of water in the U.S.” when it comes to phosphorous.

Wickham says that when the green algae use up all the nitrogen in the water, they will die out. But phosphorous-loving blue-green algae, which get their supply of nitrogen from the atmosphere, will thrive. Then, he says, the laguna will really have a problem.

“We don’t want blue-green algae,” Wickham says. “Most of it is toxic. It’s nasty stuff. It kills fish.”

The EPA has said there is an excess of both chemicals in the water. It found that nitrogen exceeded the EPA standard of 1.0 milligrams per liter of water 93 percent of the time it was tested. It also exceeded the phosphorous level 88 percent of the time. The EPA considers total phosphorus concentrations of 100 parts per billion to be impaired. In most cases, the laguna’s phosphorous concentration is at about 1,200 to 2,000 parts per billion.

The listing comes at a time of debate over Santa Rosa’s wastewater. The city of Santa Rosa is currently considering six disposal alternatives for nearly 5 million gallons a day of wastewater coming out of Santa Rosa and Rohnert Park. One of these alternatives would dump wastewater into the Russian River.

“Now that we have this EPA listing, it will limit their options,” says McEnhill. “It may come into play in other arenas as well.”

But no one knows for sure what the outcome of the listing will be. As with all listings, there will be a long process determining what will happen to whom.

“One thing we know is that the listing will have a major impact,” says Miles Ferris, department head of Santa Rosa’s Utilities Department. “And not just on the city of Santa Rosa. Whenever there’s a listing, a lot of issues come up. It’s just not that simple.”

From the June 26-July 2, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Robert Cray

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Photograph by Jay Blakesberg

Don’t Fence Me In: The Robert Cray Band may be blues at heart, but they pull from a bit of everything.

True Blues

Robert Cray’s latest disc is a mixed bag–with no apologies

By Greg Cahill

Blues purists carp that Robert Cray isn’t bluesy enough, even though the 50-year-old singer, songwriter, and guitarist has garnered five Grammy awards and 11 Grammy nominations in the contemporary blues category; his songs have been covered by the likes of blues giant Albert King; and his sinewy 1986 album Strong Persuader helped prompt an ’80s blues revival.

Now those same critics have something new to complain about: Cray’s recently released album, Time Will Tell, his first since leaving the Mercury label, sports lilting Caribbean soul grooves, electric sitar, Latin funk, and, on two tracks, a string section.

And Cray isn’t offering any apologies.

“I anticipate some people will be surprised by this album, but that’s something we’ve experienced since the very beginning,” says Cray, who brings his red-hot blues band to the Russian River Blues Festival on June 29. “We’ve never done a complete blues album, yet we’ve been tagged a blues band for the longest time by some. . . . Driving around on tour, we’ll listen to anything–Brazilian music, old funk, jazz, rock and roll, organ trios, and everything else under the sun. So the diversity you hear on this record is just us being ourselves. Yes, we still have a footing in R&B, but we enjoy and play a lot of other things.”

Cray credits longtime collaborator and keyboardist Jim Pugh, who has produced blues newcomer Tommy Castro and veteran gospel act the Gospel Hummingbirds, with giving Time Will Tell its distinctive sound. “Here we had this experienced producer in our midst, so I asked him to co-produce the album with me,” says Cray during a phone interview from his Los Angeles home. “That opened the doors to some different musical ideas that I think we needed.”

Those ideas include using the Turtle Island String Quartet on a couple of tracks, adding electric sitar to another, and inviting Latin percussionist Luis Conte and horn players Cynthia Robinson and Jerry Martini of Sly and the Family Stone to contribute.

Employing a string section, especially one as gifted as the Turtle Island, was the realization of a longtime dream for Cray. “I had always wanted to use strings on an album,” he says. “I had heard them over the years on recordings by Bobby ‘Blue’ Bland, back in the day, and always had a soft spot for that.”

Cray has been chasing his dreams since he first picked up the guitar at age 12. During his high school years he performed with bands that played a blend of psychedelia and soul.

One day while sifting through his father’s eclectic record collection, Cray discovered something that would change his life: the blues. “When I was ready, they were there,” the soft-spoken Cray says of the recordings. “One of the first blues records I heard was Howlin’ Wolf’s ‘Smokestack Lightning.’ That’s enough to turn anybody’s head around.”

During the filming of Animal House in 1977, comedic actor and blues fan John Belushi caught Cray in performance at a local Eugene, Ore., club and cast him as the bass player in the fictional R&B band Otis Day and the Knights. That same year, Cray made his first appearance at the San Francisco Blues Festival.

In 1978 Cray recorded Who’s Been Talkin’ on the tiny Tomato label. His third album, Bad Influence, proved the charm: He won an unprecedented four W. C. Handy Blues Awards that year.

But it was Strong Persuader–filled with soulful vignettes about “lyin’, cheatin’, and stealin’,” and punctuated with Cray’s sparse guitar licks and R&B-tinged vocals–that carried the performer to the Top 10 charts. Since then, Cray has recorded 10 albums.

“Through it all, I’ve listened to a lot of different styles of music over the years,” Cray says, “so when I sit and write a song, who knows what’s gonna come out.

“You can only be true to yourself, and that’s what we’re doing.”

The eighth annual Russian River Blues Festival runs June 28 and 29 at Johnson’s Beach in Guerneville. On Saturday, Etta James, Susan Tedeschi, the Blind Boys of Alabama, and Zigaboo Modeliste appear; on Sunday, Robert Cray, Mavis Staples, Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks, Lonnie Brooks, and Mo Rodgers perform. Tickets at the gate are $45-$90 each day. 510.655.9471.

From the June 26-July 2, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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