Kindle, Bindle, Rocket eBook

I love books. I have given a good home to thousands of them, hardcover, softcover. They live in every room of my house. I ran out of bookshelves long ago; they’re stacked on the floor. Every subject you can think of.

Now I also have a “Kindle,” Amazon’s dismally named digital book reader. With all the talent at Amazon, couldn’t someone have come up with a better name than “Kindle.”? It’s kind of embarrassing telling someone else about my “Kindle.” They usually make a joke, rhyming “kindle” with “bindle,” or something just as silly.

The Kindle is not my first electronic book reader. I bought Nuvo Media’s “Rocket-ebook” in the 1990s when the dot.com boom was red hot. ( I still have the ebook; it’s really heavy compared to the Kindle). Unfortunately, Nuvo Media went out of business; actually they sold their e-book product to somebody else who couldn’t make it work.

(At left, the Kindle; at right, the Rocket eBook)

I remember having a problem and calling the Nuvo Media help number on a day when they must have been moving out in a hurry. Who knows who was on the other end of the line. He tried to be helpful but, even over the phone, wherever he was sounded like a big empty room.

I’m reading my first book on Kindle (White House Press Secretary Scott McClellan’s book about his deteriorating relationship with President George Bush–so far I’ve learned that McClellan, was an anti-hazing frat leader, and his political mom was elected the comptroller, or “super-accountant” of Texas. )

Interestingly, there are no page numbers for the book in Kindle. There’s no cover art, either. But I haven’t been wearing a watch lately, either, so the lack of page numbers doesn’t bother me.

One of the best book stores I ever walked into was the old Keplers on El Camino in Menlo Park. it wasn’t a big store like the newer one with the same name nearby. I also enjoyed “A Clean, Well Lighted Place” in San Francisco.

When I moved to Half Moon Bay in the early 1970s, the only bookstore in town was on Kelly Ave, owned by Diane and Richard Gates. Coastside Books was later purchased by Inga and Jules Sofer who moved the store in Main Street. Coastside Books has been a favorite of mine for decades.

“Fred the Fierce,” Story by Dorothy Brogan

Fred the Fierce

Story & photo by Dorothy Brogan

I fell in love with the first Jack Russell I saw. There was something about them that I couldn’t forget. We always had German Shepherds…I know …that’s a big jump from a dog that weighs 75-100 lbs. to one that weighs, at the most, 15 lbs. (Photo: Fred “the fierce”.)

When I was ready to get a J.R., I spoke to 10- 12 breeders and read all I could about them. The one thing the books agreed on was: Let a Jack Russell be a Jack Russell.

Usually they’re not Lap dogs…they are very affectionate in their own way. The big thing about most JR’s is that they have type A personalities. They have Jobs to do…even while playing ball.

For example, my JR called “Fred” chases the ball or his toy every day…same thing for his “Jobs.” Always has to sweep the yard for gophers or any other interesting smell. Even if he goes outside 50 times a day… he follows the same routine every time.

Fred was about 6 years old when he got Glaucoma in both eyes. I rushed him to the eye specialist. They saved his eyes by removing the lens. His eyesight was saved but his vision was compromised. It’s like when we take off our glasses…everything looks kind of smeary.

When I took Fred home from the doc, he wanted to play ball. But he couldn’t see the toy clearly. He was confused and frustrated at first, but as I watched him over a period of a couple of weeks…he worked out a new system to follow the ball. He used all of his senses and what little eyesight he had left. Soon he could chase the ball with the best of them, even beating a couple of Golden Retrievers.

Fred is almost 18 years old now…his eyesight is gone as is his hearing. The wonderful thing is that he’s still determined to be as he always was: he’s not about to slow down. Fred, my precious Jack Terrier, shows the kind of courage that is rare among humans.

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Dorothy Brogan lives in Montara

Elaine Martini Teixeira: A Little Corner of Moss Beach

(Elaine Martini Teixeira, wearing white, with her sister Loretta)

Half Moon Bay Memories (HMBM): Elaine, when you were growing up on the Coastside, did you work?

Elaine Martini Teixiera (ETM): As I grew up, I worked in the family store in Moss Beach, not only serving the public, but stocking shelves when the grocery supplies came in.

There were two companies that had salesmen come in for orders on canned goods and then a drayage company would bring in the supplies. Fresh sliced bread was delivered from SF, along with bagged cookies, packaged cakes and chips, etc.

We also got deliveries from HMB: Alves dairy brought fresh milk and supplies, Ed Alves, and later his younger brother, Frank Alves, drove the milk truck.

The HMB Bakery delivered fresh bread to our store, the driver was Joe (Beans) Salomone and also Mr. Gihlardi. Mr Gilhardi often had his oldest daughter with him, Lina, and though we were the same age, we did not know each other, but, later, we were in the same class in high school!

A butcher truck came up from HMB, though my Mom did not sell meat in the store, she would make purchases for our family, saving a trip to HMB.

The meat market was Fred Marsh’s, the driver was Mr. Centoni, his two daughters later were in high school with me, and then Joe Nunes opened a market and drove his truck out our way.

During the summer months, while I was in grade school, I would go with my older sister, Gloria, and later by myself, to pick peas our many relatives who farmed in the area: Tony & Lilia Torre, Albert & Eva Quilici,& Daisy and Antone Cardelini.

Cardelini’s peas grew on the lots in Montara, behind the Veterans bldg, up in the hills, on the old Harr Wagner property and the Torello ranch. Torre peas grew on the Marine View Road and the Quilici’s in El Granada behind the old train station and in Miramar near the beach.

With the money I earned, I bought school clothes and if lucky,, a new bikes. My first bike I got second hand from Gloria; later I was able to buy a new one, with brakes that worked!

HMBM: Thank you, Elaine.

RIP: Earl B. Whitmore, former San Mateo County Sheriff

In the 1950s, during a daredevil operation to rescue stranded hikers, Sheriff Earl B. Whitmore lowered himself, using a cable, at Devil’s Slide. Whitmore was San Mateo County Sheriff from 1950-73. He passed away at age 90 in San Rosa in late May 2008.

A Tale of Two Sheriffs

By June Morrall

(I wrote this in 1999)

The polls indicated “Big Jim” McGrath, the 58-year-old six-term county sheriff, faced almost certain defeat in the 1950 election.

San Mateo County’s landscape had changed dramatically since McGrath took office in the late 1920s. He had inherited a community where a powerful gambling network permeated every shadowy political corner.

An equally potent, more positive influence during McGrath’s tenure was the dramatic growth of the county. Industry moved in, home building was on the rise, and the population soared to 250,000.

The sheriff attempted to accommodate all factions, but political debts, as usual, had priority.

Sheriff McGrath’s career was dogged by years of grand jury investigations and his reputation sullied by an inappropriate relationship with gambling czar Emilio Georgetti. When the heat was on after each grand juries’ finding, the county’s gambling houses would shut down–only to quietly reopen when the pressure subsided.

Perhaps foolish pride led to “Big Jim” McGrath’s decision to seek one last re-election for the coveted county sheriff’s badge. After all, the easily identifiable 300-pound sheriff hadn’t lost his presence and charisma, but the 1950 election was not a personality contest. This time voters demanded reform in the sheriff’s office.

McGrath’s formidable opponent was Earl B. Whitmore, a handsome 32-year-old Redwood City police sergeant and graduate of Sequoia High School who studied law at the University of San Francisco.

Sheriff McGrath’s campaign focused on his valuable experience as head of the county civilian defense committee. In that critical role he was in charge of preparing Peninsula communities for an atom bomb attack by the Soviet Union, a widespread fear at the time.

But the political skills honed by McGrath were attuned to days gone by. In contrast, Whitmore, with an impeccable ear for good public relations, represented the model of modern law enforcement. As the reform candidate, Whitmore promised voters a shake-up of the sheriff’s department staff, a business-like administration and a merit system to replace the old one based on seniority.

It was no surprise that Whitmore swept the veteran sheriff out of office by a vote of better than three-to-one. The final result was Whitmore, 64,095; McGrath, 21,236.

After receiving the election results, the defeated McGrath announced that he had no future plans, and the lifelong bachelor retired to the Redwood City home he shared with his elderly father.

Out of public view, McGrath’s past association with people like Georgetti continued to haunt him. In 1952, representatives of the State Crime Commission visited McGrath’s home. The investigators sought leads in the unsolved dynamite death of San Mateo sportsman, Tom Keen. A close friend of McGrath, Keen, inventor of the “totalizer,” a betting machine, had suspected links to underworld figures.

The strain and pressure of non-stop interrogations may have taken its toll on the former sheriff. McGrath’s health began to fail, and 60-year-old “Big Jim” suffered a fatal heart attack a few months later.

Political life was intoxicating for the new county sheriff. Whitmore had thoroughly enjoyed campaigning and was bitten by the political bug. After only two years as sheriff, he considered a possible run for Congress, or a seat on the state Board of Equalization. He reconsidered and successfully won re-election as county sheriff.

Whitmore was serious about the quality of his department and received special training at the FBI school. During the 1958 election he assured voters of “the same kind of honest, impartial law enforcement I’ve tried to give the county during the past eight years.”

Whitmore had been elected as a reform candidate but he, too, would face corruption allegations in the early 1960s. The background of his problems read like a script written for a B-grade Hollywood movie.

The California State Attorney General’s office had been secretly investigating gambling in San Mateo County. They even went so far as to recruit a Burlingame pharmacist to act as their undercover agent.

The information they gathered was turned over to San Mateo County, and a grand jury pursued a “bookie probe.” The grand jury heard testimony from Brisbane Police Chief Calvin Smith, who alleged he had been offered a $300 per month bribe by one of Whitmore’s officers to allow bookmaker telephones in his jurisdiction.

Simultaneously, the grand jury heard the state’s undercover agent/pharmacist recount a conversation between a Millbrae bookie offering a bribe to a member of the San Mateo County district attorney’s office.

Rumors flew and Whitmore requested a hearing before the grand jury to clear his name. Although the grand jury testimony was sealed, we do know that a serious fissure existed between Sheriff Whitmore and District Attorney Keith Sorenson.

As a result of the grand jury findings, one of Whitmore’s men was fired, and later indicted, but Whitmore and the district attorney’s office were exonerated.

Whitmore remained a highly regarded public figure during his tenure in office, but the bookie scandal tarnished his image.

Soon Sheriff Whitmore ws ready to enter the political arena again. He announced he would seek Congressman J. Arthur Younger’s seat. Younger died in office and a special election was called.

The field of Republican contenders was large, but the contest boiled down to two candidates and national attention focussed on maverick Palo Alto attorney Paul N. “Pete” McCloskey and Shirley Temple Black, the former famous child movie star.

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