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Zoppé: A weird and wonderful life in the circus

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By Dan Brown

It’s a day off for the circus, so Giovanni Zoppé and his partner, Jeanette Prince, perform a juggling act more relatable to the rest of us. There is laundry to be done, kids to be tended to and tea to be made, all from the confines of a home that feels a few sizes too small.

They are here, inside a trailer planted on a Redwood City parking lot, for a month of performances at a stop they deem their favorite of their whole tour.

Such profuse praise for the local crowd risks inspiring a more cynical bit of theater—acrobatic eye-rolling. But as Giovanni and Jeanette talk, it’s clear how much they mean it. This Zoppé Italian Family Circus began in Venice nearly 180 years ago and has somehow connected almost cosmically with the audiences who fill the tents placed incongruously next door to the Redwood City Library.

This is the Zoppé family’s 14th year of performing in Redwood City, long enough to establish genuine roots. It was the first stop of Giovanni’s son, Benetto, who was born at Sequoia Hospital. And it was the last stop of Giovanni’s father, Alberto, the famed clown whose last show was here before his death in 2009 at age 87.

So, when the performers talk about the Zoppé “family,” they often mean the people in and around Redwood City.

The audience here is attached to the show. They’ve formed this connection.

“The audience here is attached to the show. They’ve formed this connection,’’ says Jeanette, who handles marketing. “And, so, when they come, they come with that energy, because they have been waiting for it. They’re excited for it. They remember it. They’re connected to it.

“We have obviously positive feedback everywhere we go,” Jeanette continues. “But it’s a different kind of connectivity that they have here because of the longevity. It’s a different, more personal, intense feel.”

Keeping a Tradition Alive

The massive circus tent in downtown Redwood City on this mid-October day is set up largely because a young French street performer met a beautiful equestrian ballerina in Hungary in 1842. Those two lovebirds created an old-world circus heavy on acrobatic feats and horse-riding escapades.

Giovanni is their great-great-grandson, and he keeps the family presenting a show that Napoline and Ermenegilda would recognize as their own. There are no laser lights swirling, no high-tech sizzle. The emphasis is on elegant showmanship, with jugglers and high-wire acts and aerial gymnastics and dancing dogs. Even the props are as old as the circus itself: Balloons, canes, trombones and accordions.

The stated goal of the Zoppé family members is to do the show the same way their ancestors did the show for the audience’s ancestors.

Asked about the highlight of each night, Jeanette considers the question only long enough to realize there is no right answer.

“The very essence of the show is the highlight: It’s the ability to step back in time, to remove yourself not just from the current world and society, but your current way of thinking,’’ she says. “It’s just to be transported into another world. And that’s an experience that’s not quantifiable. You can’t list that as ‘A-B-C-D, come see this and that.’’’

Their dedication to authenticity even extends to setting up the circus grounds. The circular, peak-roofed tent is the real deal, held down by steel cables and stakes.  But no automated stake drivers are allowed. Performers put up the tent by hand and drive in the stakes with hammers.

What else remains the same now as in 1842?

“As much as possible,’’ Giovanni says. “We don’t use candles, but that’s about it.”

Which leads Jeanette to crack, “Well, only because the fire marshal won’t allow it!”

The Greatest of Ease

The tradition remains in place, right down to the love story. Giovanni and Jeanette met in 2016. “Or maybe it was 2017,’’ she says. “Time in the circus is a very strange thing.”

She had just seen the Zoppé Family Circus, and not for the first time, as an audience member in her hometown of Oklahoma City. After the performance, she ventured down with other fans to chat with the magnetic and emotionally vulnerable clown who served as the heart of the show.

“I think it’s funny because it’s the same way that Giovanni meets anybody, which is at the show,’’ Jeanette says. “After the show, the artists come out, and as everybody’s exiting, they say goodbye.

“And the people who feel connected, they want to talk to the performers and take pictures. But the one that does that for the longest and with the most intensity is Giovanni. For he is the character most people resonate with. He often lingers to connect with people. And that’s how we met—in one of his lingering sessions.”

Giovanni remembers the moment, too. He’d spotted Jeanette in the crowd enough times to feel a connection even before they spoke. And when they finally did get to chat, he swears they talked forever.

“Yeah, he always says that!” Jeanette laughs. “‘We were there for hours!’ Like, there’s no way I stood there for hours in the September Oklahoma sun!”

Now they live in a trailer that’s 34 feet long and 7-½ feet wide as the couple raises six children and oversees the roughly two dozen performers that roam with them from stop to stop. (For this tour, they added four performers from Kenya.)

How many days a year do they live in this confined space? Giovanni answers by peering over his shoulder and sweeping his left arm wide as if giving a grand tour.

“Our home is always our home,’’ he says. “Only our backyard changes.”

Born to Be a Clown

During the show, Giovanni, who is in his early 50s, plays Nino, the clown who propels the action as a hapless and childlike bumbler. And it is something he was born to do. That should have been obvious from the way he arrived: His mother, Sandra, went into labor while in the parking lot of the WGN television studios in Chicago. It seems Giovanni’s father was still inside appearing on the “Bozo the Clown” show.

Giovanni grew up with only one career path. He dabbled in construction (it lasted about two weeks) and in delivery (one week) but his real profession was so obvious that there was never a need for a LinkedIn page.

As a circus clown, he says the goal each time is to “touch on every emotion during the show.” Nino’s comic and charismatic persona always pulls the narrative thread.

The Daily Beast, in a 2017 rave over Giovanni’s performance, put it this way:

“Even the most unobservant spectator can’t help but realize that in Nino’s performance, you’re witnessing a master class in clowning. … The trick, of course, is to make it new, and somehow that is what Nino does. A peerless performer, he is the epitome of the traditional Auguste clown—the circus term for the troublemaking buffoon with the big nose and a genius for getting into trouble—he is a peerless performer.

“At least one aspect of the magic he weaves is explicable. Whether he is insinuating himself into a juggling routine or flubbing a trapeze act, he clearly has those skills in his toolkit. He’s not only a good juggler and wire walker but good enough to fool you into thinking he’s a klutz.”

On this day, sitting on the couch and occasionally looking antsy, Giovanni explains that he’s not really acting when he’s out there as Nino. No, he’s acting now, while dressed in street clothes and providing quotes for a rolling tape recorder. Giovanni is truly himself only while under a big-top tent, as the master and commander of the lithe bodies who swing perilously from a trapeze as rapt audiences gasp with a mix of awe and merriment from below.

This story first appeared in the November edition of Climate Magazine

“Nino is me,’’ Giovanni says. “It’s not anybody else. I’m not playing a different character out there. I’m actually playing a character right now.

“So, it’s a reverse role, kind of. I’m definitely not playing a different person. I’m playing myself. It’s just that the bad parts may get a little bigger, the good parts bigger. I emphasize parts of me in a different way.”

“Opa! Opa! Opa!”

The circus is demanding physically, but there’s a spiritual toll as well. The Zoppé “family” is loosely defined, because the two-dozen performers come from all over the world. (Notably, a globe has a featured window spot in the Zoppé family’s trailer.)

In the anxious minutes before each show, performers gather as one: The jugglers and acrobats and clowns and equestrians and dog trainers assemble into a circle and embrace both silence and one another. They call it the “prayer circle.”

“The prayer circle is not about a religion or about a certain faith or about a certain culture, even,” Giovanni says. “It’s whoever wants to say whatever they want to say. All artists in the circle, and we basically look at each other until somebody starts to speak.”

A night earlier, a shy 7-year-old Greek girl in the troupe had taken the lead simply by sticking a foot out toward the center of the circle. All the other artists did the same. Then she put her other foot out. Again, everyone followed.

“And she danced a little bit. And she picked her knee up. We all did that,’’ Giovanni says.

After that version of a prayer, everyone said, “Amen.” And for good measure, they shouted, “Opa! Opa! Opa!” (the Greek interjection of excitement and joy).

“It’s about a connection between us artists,’’ Giovanni said. “We all try and ‘in tune’ ourselves.”

The audience, too, gets a little pre-game hype. Before stepping inside the tent for the one-ring show, the performers orient attendees about what to expect—and what it means.

“One of the reasons we do that is to connect us with our audience,” Giovanni says. “To get our audience to know who we are, that we’re actually human beings. We’re not just a character on stage. We’re not just somebody making bread for them.

“We are actually like they are. We’re the same people. We’re not higher, lower, better or worse. We’re there with them.

“And I’m trying to get the audience (and the artists) to be in the same rhythm. So when we enter our home, our tent, we’re all in the same rhythm. … We can understand them as much as they can understand us.”

The community vibe is so vital to the success of the show that when Giovanni and Jeanette consider new performers, talent is only part of the equation. They evaluate character, too.

Giovanni: “It’s difficult.”

Jeanette: “And you don’t always get it right.”

Giovanni: “No.”

Jeanette (laughing): “We find that out real quick.”

The key is to find selfless performers who aim not for the spotlight but for the common good. Complainers don’t fare well.

“As the evaluator of a person’s temperament and personality, you’re looking for somebody that believes in this not just as an art form, but as lifestyle,” Jeanette says. “Because it’s not easy. We don’t always have water or power or, you know, a toilet. And the manual labor is hard and long. In any way of life, to get through those really difficult things, you have to care about what you’re doing.”

A Circus for Peace

Every year, the Zoppé Circus picks a theme. Previous incarnations have included “La Nonna” (the grandmother), dedicated to “the strong women in Zoppé’s history” and featuring an international cast of female performers.

This year, it’s “Libertà,’’ a theme chosen, as the circus’s website says, “in pursuit and celebration of liberty for people in all nations.” Whereas the show itself savors the old-world style circus, the message looks forward to a better future.

Giovanni says the direct translation of Libertà into English is “freedom,’’ but the nuances in Italian are harder to capture.

“In Italy, we use it for many, many different sentences, which includes ‘inclusion,’ which includes ‘family,’ which includes ‘all for one and one for all,’’’ he says. “So the reason we chose that word is partially because of the turmoil that’s going on in our world today. And in Ukraine, of course, the terrible things that are happening there and now. There are just so many people, so many families that are suffering.”

The Zoppé Circus originally aimed to have five male performers from Ukraine this year, and Jeanette worked diligently to arrange visas. But international developments presented obvious hurdles.

“They’re all, they’re all fighting-age men,’’ Giovanni says. “So they’re not allowed out.”

So Zoppé turned instead to a group of acrobats from Kenya, a talented quartet that Giovanni’s mother, Sandra, discovered on Facebook before her death. She reached out to the rising artists and told them that someday Giovanni would bring them onto their grand stage. Troupe leader Renson Kaingu, now 27, remembers her telling them, “Come to the U.S. I’ll be your mom.”

Sandra died before she could see that invitation fulfilled, but she would be proud now to see her friend from Africa standing before the audience each night and giving a speech about peace and love.

“I stand there and talk about how we have to embrace each other,” Kaingu says. “How we have to stay together and how we have to have love for each other because all of us, we are human beings.”

Love for Redwood City

Because of the theatrical silliness of politics, it’s a common trope to mock what goes on in Washington, D.C., as “circus-like.” Americans should be so lucky. The spirit of cooperation among the performers, the blending of people from all backgrounds and the fierce dedication to supporters would be a welcome respite.

That’s part of the reason the Zoppé Circus loves Redwood City so much. It’s the rare place where Jeanette finds local officials—in the best sense—circus-like.

Jeanette deals with much of the logistics, and says city officials and other community leaders here work with a spirit of cooperation all too uncommon in the rest of the universe.

In other cities, she says, she has to tiptoe through municipal procedures because the political dynamics are so fraught with tension that cozying up to one side might anger someone else.

It leads her to wonder why people can’t get along for the sake of the local population.

“That’s what you have here,” she says. “Because everybody works together and everybody’s community-minded and the community and the city and the events can all flourish for the best.”

She reserves particular praise for Lucas Wilder, assistant director of the city’s department of parks, recreation and community services. But he’s hardly alone. Jeanette says the Zoppés been around long enough to meet with a slew of Redwood City mayors, council members and other city staffers.

“When we talk with them, they are always thinking about what is good for their community, and who they can serve and how they can serve the most amount of people,” Jeanette says. “So it’s that mindset that makes us able to work here.

“That’s just very rare in our industry. It’s really remarkable. And it’s really unique to this town.”

During the pandemic, the Zoppés say, their organization was the only circus in the world that found a way to keep performing. And it did so here, at the Port of Redwood City, where cars lined up to watch the action drive-in style. The trapeze artists and vaulting horses and other antics appeared on a 23-foot LED screen as the sound flowed though car radios.

The audience for that show had to keep the windows up and park safely apart, but at a time when family entertainment was hard to come by, the Zoppé Circus was like an oasis in the locked-down desert.

“We have people at every show now coming and just telling us how they sat in the backseat of their car and cried,” Giovanni says.

The Show Must Go On

After a break in November, the circus will hit the road again in December. Next up is a warm-weather winter with stops in Palm Desert and Arizona.

But you can bet your extra-large cotton candy that the Zoppé Italian Family Circus will be back in Redwood City next year.

It’s as close to a real home as the circus gets.

“This is the best place we’ve ever visited,” Kaingu says. “Here, the audience and the response is great to compared to other cities we’ve been to. Here, whatever you do, they appreciate it. That’s the great thing.

“If you go wrong, they keep on encouraging you. That is the best thing for any entertainer. It keeps motivating you: I can do more!”

After nine year process, Harbor View earns Redwood City Council approval

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After Nine Year Process, Harbor View Earns Redwood City Council Approvl

On Monday, the Redwood City Council voted 5-2 in favor of approving Jay Paul’s Harbor View proposal. The mixed-use campus will replace the defunct Malibu Grand Prix amusement park. The vote closes a nine-year approval process for a project that has undergone multiple iterations.

Council members considered five recommendations from city staff, all of which resulted in a 5-2 vote with Vice Mayor Diana Reddy and Councilmember Diane Howard dissenting. Supporters of the project argued that the project’s $65M community benefit package outweighed the potential impacts. The dissenting councilmembers cited concerns about traffic and potential strains on the city’s jobs-to-housing ratio.

Sister Christina Heltsley, executive director of the St. Francis Center called the project “awesome” and “historic” during public comment, stating that “this is the time to process with our heads and finally hear the cry of the economically poor.”

Staff argued if another project were to meet city zoning, it would likely carry the same impacts as Harbor View without the addition of added community benefits, many of which the city is in critical need of.

“We still have a lot of community benefits in this package so I’m thinking it’s something worth voting for because otherwise we’d have something with much less community benefits potentially,” Councilmember Lissette Espinoza-Garnica said. “Any other project would be probably just as impactful, if not just a little less, so that’s why I think it’s good enough for Redwood City.”

Several attendees and councilmembers echoed her sentiment.

The total Community Benefits package amounts to over $65.6 million in addition to $20 million in required city fees, making it the largest in Redwood City history. These funds will go towards various community projects, including construction of 64 units of extremely low income housing in partnership with the St. Francis Center, maintaining and improving parks and fields, and investing in transportation infrastructure.

“We’ve finally gotten to a place where we can move forward,” Councilmember Jeff Gee said during Monday’s City Council meeting. “Redwood City has earned the right to ask for community benefits in exchange for development and that’s what is before us tonight, a pretty damn good robust set of community benefits that we can look at that will help many parts of our Redwood City community.”

Plans for Harbor View have gone through various iterations since its initial submittal in 2011. The most recent proposal made extensive revisions based off feedback from previous meetings, resulting in reduction of project size by a third and expanding open space. Since the previous July study session, Jay Paul added an additional $9M in community benefits, including an additional $2.5M to the City’s affordable housing fund, and $6.2M for the construction of the Blomquist Bridge.

The tech office campus in its current rendition encompasses 765,150 square feet of commercial office, 35,000 square feet of amenities, and 2,591 private parking spaces. The campus will include four 7-story office buildings, one 4-story and one 6-story parking structure, and a two-story employee amenities building.

Disclaimer: Adam Alberti, the publisher of Climate Magazine, is Managing Director at Singer Associates, Inc. Jay Paul is represented by Singer Associates. 

Peninsula housing a central issue in November 2022 election

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If any single Peninsula community is ground zero for the tensions that come with change, it’s Redwood City. The building boom of a decade ago transformed the town into a central gathering place for the region and shook off the mantle of suburbanism that prompted many to think of the Peninsula as a “hotbed of social rest.” But the transformative boom has caused significant alarm among many residents, precisely because it was transformative. They objected that the changes in Redwood City came at the cost of the community’s fundamental character. It was—still is—common to hear some people lament that they miss the Redwood City of 20 or 30 years ago.

Meanwhile, people on either side of Redwood City—in Menlo Park and San Carlos—frequently recoiled at the seeming explosion of high-rise, high-density commercial and residential development, centered, but not limited to, the city’s downtown core. It often is said in those other communities that “we would never do what Redwood City did.”

While this debate was evolving, a housing crisis unfolded and has proven just as much of a threat to the character of these local communities as any building boom. Similar battle lines were drawn between those who wanted to guard against a community’s becoming an enclave solely for the wealthy and those who wanted to preserve the suburban character that drew them here.

But the 2022 local election cycle may be the year when a middle ground has emerged.

With changing demographics, increasingly unforgiving state mandates and the growth of district elections, this year’s crop of candidates—new and returning—seems prepared to accept that more housing must be built, while still asserting that it can be done in a manner that retains the atmosphere many residents find fundamental.

With changing demographics, increasingly unforgiving state mandates and the growth of district elections, this year’s crop of candidates—new and returning—seems prepared to accept that more housing must be built, while still asserting that it can be done in a manner that retains the atmosphere many residents find fundamental.

Virtually all the candidates for the Redwood City and San Carlos city councils have adopted that sort of language. Menlo Park, however, remains a battleground. There, Measure V—a citizen-sponsored initiative that some consider draconian—could revive all the old conflicts. Measure V essentially takes away the city council’s land-use authority and requires a vote of the public to rezone single-family properties into multi-family lots. The effect could be to preclude higher density in residential construction.

Behind the measure is a sentiment by residents that they have been ignored by a progressive majority on a council that frequently splits 3-2 in favor of changes that many consider radical. If the initiative passes, it could spur similar attempts in other cities by residents who feel bypassed. If it fails, a new era of expanded housing may be in store for the Peninsula.

The controversy makes it worth remembering that the major changes that created today’s Redwood City encountered their own resistance.

“If you look with some historical perspective, we wouldn’t have had the Farm Hill area built out with housing,” says former Redwood City Mayor Jim Hartnett. “We wouldn’t have had Redwood Shores built. What does that mean about the changing character of our community? What it means is that change is constant.”

The degree of change local residents will accept is driving many city council races throughout the region. As election campaigns head into their final month, how will voters decide among candidates whose positions differ widely in some cases and relatively little in others?

Redwood City Council

District 2

Redwood City’s District 2 is currently represented by Councilmember Giselle Hale, who is not seeking re-election. The district includes downtown Redwood City and the large developable parcels east of Highway 101.

Candidates:

Margaret Becker, retired health professional; member, Redwood City Housing and Human Concerns Committee.

Alison Madden, housing attorney/businesswoman.

Chris Sturken, nonprofit events coordinator; member, Redwood City Planning Commission.

All three candidates are pro-housing. That befits a district where much building has taken place in the last 10 years, and where more could be on the way. The city’s housing plan, which carries the slogan, “Welcome Home, Redwood City,” has identified potential new homesites there.

Of the three, Madden may be the most outspoken on the issue, asserting that state housing mandates, as ambitious (or onerous) as they may seem, could be doubled. Reflecting her history living among and representing the quasi-transitory houseboat tenants of Redwood City’s Docktown, Madden’s emphasis is on homes for purchase.

“Home ownership must become a reasonable prospect; as a renter for over two decades and single working mother, I am committed to making progress on this goal,” Madden says.  She adds that she will encourage “small, moderate-sized developers to build things that are available for affordable home ownership.”

If Becker and Sturken seem less aggressive, it’s by a matter of degrees.

“There is a misperception that we’re building too fast,” Becker says. “But we’re required [by the state government] to build to some extent, and we have got to get there somehow.”

Becker believes the challenge is to find a strategy that meets the state’s directives but also satisfies those who worry that the city’s housing plans represent too much change. The current city council has committed to 6,882 new units by 2031, which is 150 percent of the state’s requirement. The present situation will require “some sort of compromise, and consensus is going to have to be a part of it,” Becker says. “A lot of this has to do with very clear, open communication and making sure people feel heard. [But] not everyone gets what they want.”

Sturken’s focus is on making sure the whole city is part of the housing solution, “and not just in District 2.” Other neighborhoods can absorb more housing without damaging their local ambience, he says. The answer, as Sturken puts it, is “the path of least resistance:” Small, one-room units, known as Accessory Dwelling Units, or ADUs, in backyards.

“There are ways to make additional homes blend with existing structures … prioritizing or messaging it as homes for families, for teachers, for aging relatives and reminding residents that it won’t change the look and feel of their neighborhood,” Sturken says.

“Change is good,” he adds. “With anything, when it comes to messaging and marketing, people need to hear it seven or more times before it finally sticks. It’s taking time for people to adjust after so many years of not increasing density.”

Or of height. Sturken says he is “comfortable” with buildings higher than five stories—which seem to be the upper limit in some cities—in the transit corridors of El Camino Real and Woodside Road.

District 5

The district straddles Woodside Road from Woodside Plaza to El Camino and extends to Redwood City’s southern border.

Candidate:

Kaia Eakin, nonprofit executive.

In the pre-district elections era, when candidates ran citywide, Eakin would have been the quintessential “establishment” candidate with connections and credentials from decades of civic and nonprofit activism. Probably for the same set of reasons, she is unopposed in this new district.

“The strength of Redwood City,” Eakin says, “has always been its diversity, from our founding days in the 1860s. … It always has been working class and it has always been welcoming and inclusive.” She adds that, historically, 30 percent of the city’s residents have been immigrants.

This story first appeared in the October edition of Climate Magazine

Eakin says she understands and shares the concerns of those who fear losing the essential Redwood City, but adds that there are ways to “be smart about where you can build.” El Camino and the Woodside Road corridor seem well-suited for high-rise, high-density residential buildings, she says.

Much of the city’s current profile stems from the postwar building boom of the 1950s, when a car-oriented lifestyle was supreme and one-story commercial and residential construction dominated a landscape notable for its abundant, inexpensive land.  But today, Eakin notes, open fields available for construction are increasingly the stuff of nostalgia.

“I love milkshakes and ‘Happy Days’ reruns,” Eakin says. “But I think a lot of people realize it’s not the 1950s.”

District 6

The district is bounded generally by Whipple Avenue, Alameda de las Pulgas, Woodside Road and Hudson Street.

Candidates:

Diane Howard, city councilmember and nurse.

Jerome Madigan, minister and businessperson.

Howard is seeking her seventh term, and is running in a district for the first time. She was elected initially in 1994, served four terms and left the council in 2009. She was again elected citywide in 2013 and re-elected in 2018. She was part of the council that pushed through the reinvention of Redwood City’s downtown area and the construction of high-rise housing in the area.

As the city grapples with commercial and housing growth, Howard says experience is crucial. Of her six council colleagues, two are leaving at the end of this year, another will depart in two years, one is a first-year member and a fifth was appointed to fill a vacancy last month.

She is, she says, someone “who understands how things have been done and [is] open to change.” There are “all these little things” about which she believes she can mentor new councilmembers, such as the importance of serving on regional boards and commissions, how a council meeting is conducted and how to work with city staff.

“There is going to be a learning curve, and I want to help us come together and move forward,” she says. “I’m willing to listen and bend a little. … I feel like I’m a really important piece of this city at this point.”

Madigan has served as a pastor at several local congregations, currently at First Baptist Church in San Carlos. He has worked with youth groups throughout the community, and is also a licensed Realtor.

Madigan says he respects Howard and what she has done for the city, “but we’re looking at many years of a budget deficit, [and] we need new and innovative ways to find revenue. I think it’s time for a new voice. The world has changed so much that it’s time for a fresh approach.”

Howard says she already has a record of supporting the housing projects that have been built or are under construction, adding that she remains sensitive to established neighborhoods and residents who want to protect them.

“You almost have to look neighborhood-by-neighborhood,” she says. “Where can we find space, where can we find room for ADUs? … Some neighborhoods are bungalows, Crafstman, and a predominant number are both styles. Is there something that would complement the neighborhood? How can we make a neighborhood more cohesive?”

She says she supports building in transit corridors and constructing high-density housing on remaining major sites, including Sequoia Station and the location of the former Mervyn’s department store, east of El Camino. Still, she says, “I’m not looking to fill every nook and cranny in Redwood City with housing.”

Madigan says he wants to build “thoughtfully, sustainably and with the community in mind. I’m neither pro- or anti-development. I’m anti-bad development.”

He also believes the city can demand more improvements from builders. “We need to negotiate great deals with developers. … I don’t feel like we’ve done a great job of that,” he says.

In addition, he says, he “would not put height off the table. … I’m not in a rush to take away height restrictions. But as I look at the long view of the Peninsula, we have to see that up is one of the only directions we can go.”

Menlo Park City Council

San Carlos and Menlo Park are at either end of the district election spectrum, and the salient debate of the day over housing.

Menlo Park was one of San Mateo County’s first cities to enact district elections. In a sweeping turnabout four years ago, a status-quo majority was cast aside by what many observers consider one of the most progressive majorities on any council in the county.

Councilmembers Cecilia Taylor (District 1) and Drew Combs (District 2) are unopposed, leaving Mayor Betsy Nash the only incumbent with a challenge—from former Councilmember Peter Ohtaki. He lost to Nash four years ago in a 25-point landslide. Since then, Ohtaki has twice run unsuccessfully for the state Assembly as a Republican.

He is hoping to catch a presumed wave of dissatisfaction with a Nash-led 3-2 majority that has been criticized for its policies on housing growth, as well its reluctance to fully fund the police department and its attempt to repurpose the city’s utility user tax, among other complaints. Ohtaki has embraced Measure V on Menlo Park’s ballot as an expression of discontent that includes a sense among some that their concerns are not being heard.

San Carlos City Council

In San Carlos, five candidates are running for three seats. San Carlos still operates under a citywide election system, which might seem to favor incumbents Sara McDowell and Adam Rak, each seeking a second term. That leaves three challengers—Pranita Venkatesh, John Durkin and Alexander Kent—fighting for the remaining seat.

Venkatesh operates a local daycare center and serves on the city’s Economic Development Advisory Committee. To some, she fits the mold of an establishment insider more closely than the other two candidates.

Durkin works in finance and accounting in retail corporate offices. He also has been an active volunteer in a host of city traditions, including the recently revived Hometown Days.

Kent declined to be interviewed for this story, although he did offer to speak anonymously after the election. Kent ran for the Burlingame City Council in 2013 and was rejected in a bid for the Belmont Planning Commission in 2016.

All four candidates who consented to interviews described similar opinions about housing—more needs to be built, but the community’s character must be preserved—and no one is wandering off the beaten path in the City of Good Living.

“We must balance quality of life with the need to increase the housing supply and affordability,” Venkatesh says. “Our housing is not sustainable if teachers, police officers, retail employees, even biotech workers can’t afford to live in San Carlos.”

Durkin says, “I do wonder how much impact I [would] have on housing as a councilmember. I do question the big houses that are being built” and how they affect traffic congestion and the character of neighborhoods. He says he would support partnerships with local nonprofits that identify empty bedrooms as opportunities for rentals.

The Parlance of Politics

Admittedly, these are political campaigns. Candidates try to win over voters, not alienate them. The common course of action is to seek a rhetorical middle ground. Campaigns do have the capacity to gloss over more deep-seated disagreements.

There is a fair distance, for example, between Howard’s desire to avoid filling “every nook and cranny” and Sturken’s assertion that all of Redwood City, and not just District 2, needs to share the burden. His support of ADUs seems to be precisely a strategy of filling available nooks and crannies. But beyond that, there appears much agreement, at least at a high level, because San Mateo County has been changed profoundly and irreversibly by an intractable economic reality.

A county that once boasted little more than bedrooms and hometown retail stores has become a juggernaut—a center for employment at the highest levels as measured by sheer numbers of workers and their average incomes. Residents have enjoyed the prosperity that has come with the county’s economic transformation. And many have acquired considerable wealth through the county’s tenfold increase in home values over approximately the last 40 years.

Today, many homeowners and landlords are fearful their property values—sometimes leveraged into other investments and often inflated by anti-growth policies that have restricted the supply of housing—will be undermined by an increase in residential construction. Others rue the potential loss of a suburban lifestyle that grew out of low-density neighborhoods filled with one-family homes. Still others oppose (and frequently moved away from) “bigness” in general, preferring the village-like feel of small houses and the one- and two-story businesses that still predominate in shopping districts such as Laurel Street in San Carlos and Santa Cruz Avenue in Menlo Park.

Nonetheless, for a growing number of leaders along the Peninsula, the question no longer appears to be whether to build or not to build.  It’s how, and how much. This November, amid all the rhetorical back-and-forth, the real issue on the ballot may already have been acknowledged—the reality that change is always a constant.

Granara’s Flowers switches to electronic commerce

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Granara’s Flowers Switches to Electronic Commerce

By Aimee Lewis Strain

Swing open the glass doors at 1682 El Camino Real in San Carlos, and an aromatic blend of fresh roses, lilacs and peonies seems to overwhelm the senses. The steady, tranquil sound of dripping water from a fountain complements the abstract art that adorns every wall.

The peaceful spot has been home to Granara’s Flowers since 1946. For the past 44 years, it has been owned and operated by the Maffei family of San Carlos—from 1978 to 1994 by patriarch Primo “ Jim” Maffei and then by his daughter and son, Robin and Tim. By mid-January, the younger Maffeis plan to lock the doors for the last time as they convert to an entirely online presence for customers.

We used to have a line out the door on holidays, but people don’t walk into flower shops anymore. They order things online and have it delivered.

“We have seen a huge shift in the way people shop for flowers,” Tim says. “We used to have a line out the door on holidays, but people don’t walk into flower shops anymore. They order things online and have it delivered. We can provide our clients with the same services we always have with our comprehensive website. For the last few years, we have seen a huge rise in this area and we are able to service multiple orders at once all across the country.”

For the Maffei family, flowers have long been a passion. As a young boy, Jim worked for Sheridan and Bell, a florist in San Francisco, and later for Ah Sam Floral Co. in San Mateo before starting at Granara’s in 1950. On New Year’s Eve of 1978, he purchased the business for $100,000 from his former boss, Romeo Granara.

“My dad had this incredible gift—a vision of beauty and could turn anything into a masterpiece,” Tim says.

That talent extended to Robin and Tim, who grew up in San Carlos and began working as kids at the flower shop, creating corsages, managing the counter and making deliveries.

Small-town San Carlos worked well for the Maffeis. Jim’s wife, Rosie, raised eight children, who remain close today. Robin says the family was a large supporter of the San Carlos Chamber of Commerce, St. Charles School, the San Carlos Rotary Club and the charities of St. Vincent de Paul, among other local organizations.

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Jim and Rosie lived to 90 and 88, respectively. Jim died in 2018, and Rosie followed him nine months later. That started family discussions over what to do with the business. As with many older establishments on the Peninsula, the store’s real-estate value had risen significantly over the decades.

“After Dad passed, we had to make a decision about selling the building,” Robin says. “Our siblings were happy to give us five extra years here, but we were presented with an offer to sell the building and could not pass it up.”

No doubt, saying goodbye to the flower shop that Tim and Robin have called their second home will be their most emotional arrangement yet. But continuing to expand the business through the Internet should bring a rewarding challenge. And customers who call or use Granara’s website (granarasflowers.com) can pick up flowers at the as-yet unpublicized location of the store’s workshop.

“We already work with our clients with web and phone communication and deliveries,” Robin says. “So it won’t be a big change for us.”

Cops vs. Bootleggers: County’s rugged shore kept smugglers a step ahead during Prohibition

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Cops vs. Bootleggers San Mateo County’s rugged shore kept smugglers a step ahead during Prohibition.

Like much of the California shoreline, the San Mateo County seaboard was a natural for smugglers. The Coast Guard had difficulty enforcing the National Prohibition Act, which lasted from 1920 to 1933. One steamer, the Ardenza, brought in 25,000 cases of Scotch in 1924 on a voyage that extended from Scotland through the Panama Canal. Most ocean-borne booze, however, came from Canada. Half Moon Bay offered an excellent entry point because of the area’s many landing sites, nearby roads and sparsely populated settlements.

Violent encounters between bootleggers and the authorities were frequent. Author June Morrall recalls one such fight on her website, “Half Moon Bay Memories.”  The Coast Guard boarded a smuggler’s boat near Moss Beach, took the vessel in tow, and left only one sailor to supervise the seized ship. The crooks overpowered him, cut the towline and sped away. The crew on the Coast Guard cutter let go with rifles, machine guns and a deck gun, but the lawbreakers managed to outdistance their pursuers in the dark. The next morning, hatches and wreckage floated ashore, proof that the gunfire had, at the least, hit the fleeing boat.

One of the more interesting coastal remnants of the nation’s dry spell sits near Shelter Cove in Pacifica. There, government agents blasted shut an abandoned railroad tunnel that bootleggers used for a warehouse. Author Barbara VanderWerf recounted the saga of the tunnel in her book, “Montara Mountain.”

At night, rumrunners took over the cove, known then as Smuggler’s Cove, to off-load thousands of bottles of illegal whiskey from Canadian ships. The next day, the whiskey was for sale in San Francisco speakeasies.

“At night, rumrunners took over the cove, known then as Smuggler’s Cove, to off-load thousands of bottles of illegal whiskey from Canadian ships,” she wrote. “The next day, the whiskey was for sale in San Francisco speakeasies.”

The 354-foot-long tunnel was built by the Ocean Shore Railroad, an ill-fated venture designed to link San Francisco with Santa Cruz. The railroad, whose slogan was “Reaches the Beaches,” lasted from 1907 to 1920, when autos increasingly lured away passengers. Faced with continuing mudslides, the company never completed its 75-mile route down the coast.

Speakeasies Were Everywhere

In addition to the railroad tunnel, other reminders remain from the Gatsby age. Mitch Postel, president of the San Mateo County Historical Association, says visitors shouldn’t be surprised.

“On the coastside, at various times, nearly every prominent building served as a speakeasy — even (Pacifica’s) historic Sanchez Adobe,” he says.

Among the most popular haunts today is the lively Moss Beach Distillery, which overlooks the ocean from a cliff that once shielded smugglers. The restaurant boasts a fabled flapper ghost known as “The Blue Lady,” who, some say, wanders the beach in search of her lover. Built in 1927 by Frank Torres, whom Morrall describes as a “Peruvian world traveler,” the establishment was originally dubbed “Frank’s Place.” According to legend, the clientele, said to include mystery writer Dashiell Hammett, was so influential that the place was never raided.

Other spots known for their shady past include the Miramar Beach Restaurant, called the Miramar Hotel during Prohibition. It was designed specifically as a speakeasy, complete with revolving cabinets and other secret compartments for booze. An imposing private residence in Pacifica known today as “Sam’s Castle” was called “Chateau LaFayette,” popular not only for its alcohol but also its restaurant and dance floor. The operators were rumored to be so confident of avoiding arrest that they signaled boats when to bring their illegal cargo ashore.

Hoarders Were the First Targets

Before bootlegging, the era’s main source of liquor was not “rotgut,” but, rather, good stuff stashed by rich people who had planned for Prohibition. Shortly after booze was outlawed, newspapers carried numerous stories about private stocks stolen from homes.

In a research paper in 1978, Eileen Wieland, a student at the College of San Mateo, reported that such thefts occurred almost daily in the early years of Prohibition.  Fame provided no safety shield. Wieland wrote that the San Mateo home of Bank of America founder A.P. Giannini was hit in January 1920 by brazen but disappointed bandits who found only wine. They left a note reading, “We’re looking for booze. We don’t like your vino.”

Still, it was the contraband artists and their customers who stole headlines with colorful tales that were sure to bait news reporters. Take the case, no pun intended, of Jack Mori, who hired an armada of small boats to haul liquor to a dock at what is now Pacifica. In 1921, police confiscated $50,000 worth of alcohol, including 1,000 cases of whiskey, at Mori’s roadhouse.  It constituted one of Prohibition’s richest seizures in the county.

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Lighthouse keepers had a bird’s-eye panorama of many operations. Jessie Mygrants Davis, daughter of Pigeon Point’s assistant keeper, called the smugglers “quite ruthless men.”

Davis is quoted in “Shipwrecks, Scalawags, and Scavengers: The Storied Waters of Pigeon Point,” by JoAnn Semones of Half Moon Bay. The chronicles include the story of the night Davis’s father, Jesse Mygrants, was forced at gunpoint to drive a band of rumrunners eight miles down the coast.

“They were audacious enough to use the lighthouse derrick to unload their ships,” Davis recalled. “They always came on moonlight nights, so we could see them clearly.”

How Did Prohibition Happen?

Accepting the Republican presidential nomination in 1928, Herbert Hoover said of Prohibition, “Our country has deliberately undertaken a great social and economic experiment, noble in motive and far-reaching in purpose.” If that was true, then San Mateo County could have been considered a laboratory. It had all the ingredients — hijackings, stills, gunfights and speakeasies. In that sense, it reflected much of the nation.

Experiments are supposed to produce answers. To many members of the generations that followed Prohibition, the biggest question was this: How did the United States get to the point that alcohol was outlawed?

The temperance movement stretched back to the early 1800s. But historian Daniel Okrent, author of “Last Call: The Rise and Fall of Prohibition,” believes its ultimate genius was Wayne Wheeler, an attorney and leader of the Anti-Saloon League, founded in 1893 in Oberlin, Ohio. Okrent says Wheeler was able to bring together groups that on the surface seemed directly opposed to one another.

Wheeler’s devotion to the dream of a dry America accommodated any number of unlikely allies. These groups included the Ku Klux Klan.

Writing in Smithsonian Magazine in 2010, Okrent observed, “Wheeler’s devotion to the dream of a dry America accommodated any number of unlikely allies. These groups included the Ku Klux Klan, which joined the radical Industrial Workers of the World in the drive against liquor. The Klan’s anti-liquor sentiment was rooted in its hatred of the immigrant masses in liquor-soaked cities; the IWW believed liquor was a capitalist weapon used to keep the working classes in a stupor. Anti-German hostility in World War I also played a part. A dry Wisconsin politician named John Strange said the ‘worst of all our German enemies … are Pabst, Schlitz, Blatz and Miller.’”

Okrent wrote further that Wheeler’s organization made common cause with social reformers who wanted to wrest political control of cities from forces they thought purchased the immigrant vote through saloons. Suffragists such as Elizabeth Cady Stanton fought not only for a woman’s right to vote, but also, through the temperance movement, sought to prevent the wages of working wives (money that legally belonged to their husbands) from filling the cash registers of corner bars. Prohibitionists also joined racists whose greatest fear, Okrent said, was a black man “with a bottle in one hand and a ballot in the other.”

Who Really Supported Prohibition?

California’s legislature ratified the Eighteenth Amendment in 1919, joining counterparts in every other state except Rhode Island. But popular support may have remained tepid. Gary Kamiya, author of “Cool Gray City of Love: 49 Views of San Francisco,” wrote in the San Francisco Chronicle in 2018 that the City trailed only New York in its wide-open acceptance of unlawful boozing. Kamiya wrote that the Anti-Saloon League “argued falsely” that Californians beyond the San Francisco-centered “whiskey strip” backed Prohibition.

As the Peninsula grew to become a San Francisco suburb during the first two decades of the 1900s, residents may have objected more to drinking establishments than to drinking per se. In 2007, the Redwood City Public Library Archives Committee published “Redwood City: A Hometown History.” In a chapter titled “Saloons, Breweries and Bordellos,” now-retired Redwood City librarian Mary K. Spore-Alhadef explored the county’s quest for respectability.

After the 1906 earthquake, Spore-Alhadef wrote, families began moving south from San Francisco. Many who left behind the City’s highly visible vices brought with them an early version of what later became known as “family values.” As their number grew, Spore-Alhadef said, sentiment “began to turn against the saloon.” Even so, increasingly popular fraternal organizations began to supplant taverns as places where self-described “family men” could indulge in alcohol-fueled conviviality.

It all came crashing down — officially, at least — on January 17, 1920, when Prohibition took effect. The “noble experiment” lasted nearly 14 years until its repeal at 5:32 p.m. on December 5, 1933. At that moment, ready to lift a glass but also weighted by the Great Depression and the nascent threat of Nazism, President Franklin D. Roosevelt summed up the national mood.

“What America needs now,” he said, “is a drink.”

Title IX: Fifty years and counting

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By Kimberly Carlisle

The 90,185 spectators at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena were about to lose their hearing. Minutes before, Briana Scurry, the goalkeeper for the U.S. women’s World Cup soccer team, had blocked an attempt by China’s Liu Ying in the post-overtime shootout that would decide the championship game on July 10, 1999. Now, with the penalty kicks knotted at four apiece, 31-year-old Brandi Chastain of the U.S. had a shot at history.

Slowly, meticulously, she settled the ball onto the small, white square 12 yards from the goal. She turned, walked back six steps, turned again, paused, and scrunched her forehead. Then she started forward, drew back her left foot and drove the ball toward the upper right corner of the net.

The entire sporting world knows what happened next. Chastain’s winning kick matched Bobby Thomson’s “Shot heard ’round the world” for the 1951 New York Giants and “The Catch” by Dwight Clark that sent the San Francisco 49ers to their first Super Bowl in 1981. Chastain spun around, raised her head, pumped her fists and yanked off her jersey. Clad in just her soccer shorts and sports bra, she joined her teammates in a celebration that etched a defining image in the continuing progress of women’s athletics.

Like virtually every U.S. female athlete over the last 50 years, Chastain got her biggest break when Congress passed the legislation known as the Education Amendments of 1972. Among them was an update to the Great Society-era Elementary and Secondary Education Act of 1965. Title IX in the 1972 law banned sex discrimination in “any education program or activity receiving federal financial assistance.”

What a difference those few words would make.

Dreams of a Southern Girl

In 1972, I was 11 years old and a budding swimmer in the Southeast. It was an Olympic year, and my family was living in Knoxville. My father, a career swimming coach, was studying for his master’s degree and assisting the men’s swim team at the University of Tennessee.

That summer, the women’s U.S. Olympic swimming team chose the Tennessee facility for its training camp. Like a little girl peering over the candy counter, I watched practices and collected autographs. Many of my swimming idols to this day populated that team.

None went to college on an athletic scholarship. But that was about to change.

Just seven years later, in 1979, I was one of the nation’s top college swimming recruits. Full rides promised a university education pretty much anywhere. I chose Stanford, and the course of my life — along with my small-town, southern view of the world — blew wide-open. I went from being a smart, athletic girl who was ostracized to a smart, athletic woman who was celebrated.

Other than the right to vote, Title IX is the single-most important piece of legislation ever passed for women.

“Other than the right to vote, Title IX is the single-most important piece of legislation ever passed for women,” says Nancy Hogshead-Makar, an attorney, activist, author and expert on access and equality in athletics. “In the United States,” Hogshead-Makar continues, “education is the ticket to ride. It allows us to transcend social and economic classes, and can change how one fundamentally sees herself and how she understands the world.”

Nancy Hogshead-Makar

 

Hogshead-Makar was a world-class swimmer, a gold medalist at the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics who had accepted an athletic scholarship to Duke four years earlier. “My life was profoundly changed,” she says, “not just from sports, but by the opportunity for me just to go to college.”

Opening Doors at Last

Title IX’s most immediate and visible application was to high-school and college athletics, where opportunities for girls and women began steadily increasing in the latter 1970s. A study completed in 2006 documented a nine-fold increase in the number of girls in high-school sports, and more than a 450-percent expansion in college athletics. A 2008 assessment of U.S. intercollegiate sports showed women competing on more than 9,000 teams — approximately nine per school.

And the new opportunities extended beyond campus. “Title IX was the most ridiculous blessing I have ever received, then and now,” says Kim Oden, a 1986 Stanford graduate who became a two-time Olympian and member of the U.S. bronze-medal indoor volleyball team at Barcelona in 1992. “Our sport was growing exponentially at the club level and in visibility nationwide,” Oden says. “All of a sudden, women’s sports became serious.”

In the summers between her Stanford years, Oden represented the U.S. in national and international tournaments. Beyond competing in the Olympics, she played the professional circuits in Italy, China, Brazil and Turkey in both indoor and four-person beach volleyball.

“I was able to play volleyball and earn a good living until I was 34,” Oden says. “It was a mindset change.”

As a swimmer in an earlier era, Anne Warner Cribbs experienced far different circumstances. Growing up in Menlo Park, she won gold at age 14 at the Pan-American Games in Chicago in 1959. The next year, she swam in a preliminary round for the victorious U.S. 400-meter medley relay team at the Rome Olympics. But after, like other young women of her time, she returned to hometown salutes and little more.

She left the pool and later attended Stanford, graduating in 1979. Nearly two decades later, she co-founded the American Basketball League. It was a professional women’s organization that operated for two-plus seasons from 1996 to 1998 before folding in part because of competition from the newly formed Women’s National Basketball Association, created and backed financially by the NBA.

This story first appeared in the September edition of Climate Magazine

“After years of seeing women’s college basketball seniors get roses on their home court and then disappear overseas to play professionally, we decided to do something about it,” recalls Cribbs, now 77. “We started the ABL so little girls can see themselves as professional basketball players right here at home, and for all the women my age who played three-bounce basketball because in my day it wasn’t believed women could run the full length of a basketball court.”

More than Athletics

As much as it benefited female athletes, Title IX addressed all aspects of education. As Cribbs says, “It’s not just about sports opportunities. It’s about finance, medicine, law. The parity Title IX seeks to effect brings women into college in general, and then into the workforce, who wouldn’t otherwise have been.”

One of those academic and professional fields was music. When Stanford upset Ohio State and Michigan in the 1971 and 1972 Rose Bowls, none of the schools’ bands included women. At the time, it appeared the norm; a 2014 article in the Columbus Dispatch reported that before Title IX, “college marching bands typically were reserved for men.”

Not that the Stanford band hadn’t tried — at least, well, once. Stanford was founded as a coed institution, and a 1947 article in the Stanford Daily invited female musicians to join their male counterparts. It’s not clear that any did; until the 1960s, the band was a traditional, fraternal, military-style marching unit. The sixties’ dismantling of cultural norms gave rise to the band’s irreverent halftime themes and wild scramble formations that many Stanford fans still cherish. Nontheless, women remained absent. Until Title IX.

“By the early 1970s, we were deep in protest of the Vietnam war, and the mindset was anti-establishment,” remembers Greg Hall, a retired Southern California banker who played clarinet in Stanford’s band from 1971 to 1975. This time, though, it was that very establishment — notably Republican President Richard Nixon, who signed Title IX — that in 1972 was compelling bands and other collegiate organizations to admit women. “Eventually,” Hall says, “we fell in line.”

In that fall of 1972, freshman Jacki Williams-Jones, another clarinetist, became one of only six Stanford women who took the field with an instrument. A year later, she was the first band member to join Stanford’s athletic dance troupe, the Dollies. She says she might not have attempted the latter but for the encouragement of her male bandmates.

Jacki Williams-Jones

“Those guys my freshman year not only spoiled me; they gave me the courage to try different things,” says Williams-Jones, who earned a master’s degree in education and spent a three-decade career teaching high-school French. “They continue to this day to be there for me in the best and the worst of times.”

The director who oversaw the transition was Dr. Arthur P. Barnes, whose rock-and-roll arrangements turned marching-band music upside down during the 1960s and 1970s. Today, Russ Gavin is the Dr. Arthur P. Barnes Director of Bands at Stanford. For him, having women in the band is a no-brainer.

“Bands are great environments for coeducation,” he says. “In their best iterations, they cross the gender spectrum of working together. Music has been historically sexist, and the gendered nature of music is a long-carried burden. I’m thankful for Title IX entering the university landscape. The absence of female voices in an ensemble would be a significant void.”

Gavin’s assessment of music’s historical sexism is well-founded. Although major groups such as the New York Philharmonic and the Philadelphia Orchestra hired women starting in the 1920s, the London Symphony and the Vienna Philharmonic appointed their first female members in 1975 and 2003, respectively. Until perhaps the last 30 years, the jazz world also frequently shunned women other than singers and piano players. It may not be coincidental that current stars such as violinist Regina Carter, clarinetist and saxophonist Anat Cohen and trombonist Natalie Cressman emerged from college music programs post-Title IX.

Splitting the Pie

Whether for music, history or physics, all educational institutions must answer to accountants. The most obvious and difficult challenge for high-school and college athletic departments is allocating funds for women while still supporting men, especially at schools that field expensive football programs. Stanford, an early adopter of Title IX, incorporated women’s sports into its previous athletic administration and immediately enlisted the savvy and devotion of its alumni to raise money for scholarships.

Today, the university takes pride in its robust offerings for both women and men. Even so, coaching legend Tara VanDerveer believes the school needs to do more.

“Stanford is still working hard to have gender equity,” says VanDerveer, the Setsuko Ishiyama Director of Women’s Basketball. “The challenge for Stanford and basically all universities and high schools is built-in bias and the financial challenge.

“Yes, there has been progress,” VanDerveer continues. “But we are 50 years into this legislation, and you would be hard-pressed to find any major program in compliance.”

An oft-cited criticism of Title IX has been that male athletes in sports beyond football and basketball have paid the price when their programs have been cut to free up money for women’s teams.

Hogshead-Makar doesn’t buy it. “I had a son first,” she says, “and then his twin sisters were born. My son didn’t lose anything, but he did have to learn how to share resources. It’s part of being a good citizen.”

VanDerveer says an ironic result of the rise of women’s collegiate athletics has come in the coaching ranks. “One of the unintended consequences of Title IX has been that because coaching women has become lucrative, men have taken a large majority of the jobs,” she says. “This is very unfortunate for both the female coaches and the young girls who don’t benefit from female role models.”

The growing number of men in women’s sports has coincided with increased reports of sexual harassment, abuse and assault. Recent cases have involved highly publicized scandals within USA Gymnastics, Michigan State University and San Jose State.

The first legal action that tied harassment to discrimination went to trial in 1980. A group of five Yale students employed Title IX’s protections to sue the university over alleged improprieties by a flute instructor, an English professor and a hockey coach. The women lost the case but won their objectives; Yale established a grievance system and the courts agreed that sexual harassment equaled illegal sexual discrimination.

Losing Momentum?

Today, Stanford and many other institutions devote considerable means to sensitivity training as well as investigating complaints and supporting victims. The nationwide initiatives are so sweeping that the term “Title IX” may now stand more for safeguards than opportunities.

That bothers Hogshead-Makar, whose advocacy now includes cases of sexual abuse and assault. She alleges the shift has allowed many institutions to reduce or abandon their efforts toward athletic equality.

Across the United States, 200,000 women are still being denied college opportunities that rightfully belong to them.

“Right now,” she says, “across the United States, 200,000 women are still being denied college opportunities that rightfully belong to them.”

High schools also appear to be struggling with Title IX. “Despite its 50-year history designed to address inequalities, and despite a massive amount of progress,” says Sean Priest, principal of Sequoia High School in Redwood City, “we have not achieved equity.”

Nonetheless, he adds, “Title IX has been a valuable compass in guiding us through the challenges — number of teams, facility space, availability of coaches — in offering the valuable and formative experience of sports to more who wish to participate, and in helping us to change outmoded perceptions of what women and men do best.”

Title IX’s reach has been extensive, but still applies only to educational endeavors that receive federal funds. Other institutions, such as the Olympics, lie beyond its authority.

Hogshead-Makar recently joined a United States Olympic Committee-sponsored commission to address potential abuse of its female athletes. Currently, she and her organization, Champion Women, are also studying Title IX’s implications for transgender athletes in women’s sports.

“Title IX set clear direction regarding sex, where sex and gender identity are the same,” she says. “But now, with fluid gender identity, we have sex and biology — specifically the unfair competitive advantage of testosterone — coming into question.”

Produced by both sexes but in far greater volume by men, testosterone affects growth, among other bodily functions. Testosterone-suppression drugs greatly reduce strength, lean body mass and muscle area in transgender women. Earlier this year, however, the International Olympic Committee reversed its previous policy that required at least a year of testosterone suppression for transgender female athletes, and punted the issue to the governing bodies of individual sports.

Reflections of an Athletic Woman

Among Title IX’s many successes, it has changed how women view themselves and their accomplishments. Cribbs recalls a telling moment from 1995, when Stanford awarded 2,200 “Block S” varsity letters to women who had competed before Title IX. The university invited three athletes from different eras to speak: Cribbs, the Olympian, who didn’t swim for Stanford but graduated in 1979; me, an alumna from 1983; and Anne Wicks, a volleyball player at the time.

“I spoke about having no vision of women athletes attending college,” Cribbs says. “You spoke about wondering if you deserved the scholarship you were given and doing everything you could to be worthy of it. Anne Wicks essentially said, ‘I earned this, and I deserve it.’”

Title IX’s greatest legacy may be twofold. First, it illuminated vast and continuing inequities. That was vital, because before we can create change, we must see the need. Second, and even more powerful, it reinforced and extended our society’s fundamental belief in equality: Our belief that as women — for ourselves, our daughters and sons, their fathers and each other — we have and deserve the right to equal play and equal pay. Our belief that that principle extends to everything from playing soccer to playing the trombone, from studying, writing and speaking to coaching and teaching. And perhaps most of all, our belief that we have an inalienable right to receive equal access to education in all its forms, free of harassment and stereotypes.

We’ll still working on it. But here’s more evidence of progress. To celebrate Title IX’s fiftieth anniversary, Stanford this fall will induct Tara VanDerveer and eight other women into the first all-female class in the university’s athletic hall of fame.

‘The fastest dentist alive’

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Dr. Robert Plant earns a place in the USA Triathlon Hall of Fame.

By Dan Brown

One of the perks of being an age-group warrior, as Dr. Robert Plant has been described, is that the calendar resets every few years. Next year, Plant will turn 80. As a triathlete, he can hardly wait to feel young again.

“I’m going to be the baby in the group,” he says with a laugh. It will be an advantage. At Plant’s age, it’s the younger athletes who typically gain the edge, particularly in a sport that requires a combined 139 miles of swimming, cycling and running.

For now, he’s having a heck of a time fending off a few of the plucky youngsters at the low end of his 75-79 age group. Sheesh — kids these days.

Still, Plant remains tough to catch for just about anyone. The longtime Redwood City dentist is constantly on the move, whether swimming, cycling and running, or brushing, flossing and drilling. In both cases, his endurance is staggering (this is his 51st year as a dentist).

In all, he’s wound up with a career for the ages, especially in his sport. Plant, who got a late start as a triathlete, will be enshrined in the USA Triathlon Hall of Fame during a gala in Milwaukee on Aug. 4.

Plant’s career age-group résumé includes seven national triathlon championships. He also won a pair of titles in 2018: The famed Ironman Triathlon in Kona, Hawaii, and the Triathlon World Championship in Australia.

Finding it Hard to Believe

“I was not quite accepting of it at first,” the unassuming Plant says of his Hall of Fame selection. “But then all my buddies were saying, ‘You deserve it, blah, blah, blah.’

“So, I finally accepted it. And I finally have kind of embraced it. I’m just happy that it’s not a posthumous award.”

This year’s four-member induction class includes two multi-time Olympians (Gwen Jorgensen and Laura Bennett) and two athletes who did their best work after getting their AARP cards (Plant and 76-year-old Lesley Cens-McDowelllof Pennsylvania). But the coronation should not be mistaken for a finish line. Plant is probably out training at this moment. Maybe he’s pounding out hilly miles at Sawyer Camp, cycling along Cañada Road or swimming at one of the three fitness clubs to which he belongs. Triathletes in the 80-84 category should consider themselves warned.

Dr. Robert Plant

Earning Respect from Other Athletes

On a flight back from an Ironman championship in Kona one year, Plant sat next to another competitor with longtime Peninsula ties, someone also known for his day job. But Plant didn’t know that when he saw his hyperkinetic fellow passenger jiggling his foot up and down, stretching from his seat and propping his foot up on the armrest.

Plant finally introduced himself and learned it was Redwood City native Eric Byrnes, the former Oakland A’s outfielder turned endurance athlete. And just like that, a mutual admiration society was born.

“Bob is a GREAT guy and an incredible triathlete,” Byrnes replied via email when asked to confirm the story. “He’s the fastest dentist alive.”

Born in 1943, Plant grew up in Redwood City and went to grammar school at Our Lady of Mount Carmel and high school at Serra in San Mateo. Back then, his hometown endured the derisive nickname, “Deadwood City.” Plant says there was little for bored teens to do besides “cruise up and down El Camino in your hot rod, when gas was 25 cents a gallon.”

Over time, Plant discovered he didn’t need a sports car to go fast. He competed in track and field at San Jose State during the so-called “Speed City” era under coach Bud Winters.

This story first appeared in the August edition of Climate Magazine

Plant ran alongside future Olympians Tommie Smith and John Carlos, best known for their Black Power salute on the medal stand at the 1968 Games in Mexico City. Plant recalls a fun bit of trivia; he says the reason Smith and Carlos raised one gloved fist apiece is that they’d forgotten the second pair of gloves back at the hotel and had to share.

Plant started at SJSU as a long-jumper (the event was called the broad jump in those days) before shin splints forced him to convert to the quarter-mile (now the 400 meters).

“And I wasn’t that very high-ranked on the team,” he says. Even so, Plant once got to replace Smith at the anchor position for the mile relay.

“It shocked me,” he says. “I was so hyped up, man, because Tommie had an ingrown toenail, and he couldn’t run. So, the coach came to me and said, ‘Hey, Bob!’ Are you kidding me? I had not practiced passing the baton, ever.

“And when the third guy came around, I just blasted out. I almost went over the boundary line, the passing zone. And it was the fastest I ran in my life, and we won.”

Discovering a New Sport

Plant just kept going. After college, he competed in recreational 10Ks and ran marathons. In his early forties, he clocked a personal-best 2 hours, 41 minutes at the Boston Marathon. That’s an impressive 6-minute, 9-second pace for every mile.

His true introduction to triathlon competition came in 1989, when Plant volunteered as a timekeeper at the 1989 Ironman World Championships in Kona. It turned out to be the ultimate gateway race — an epic duel between two of the sport’s all-time greats.

The battle between longtime rivals Dave Scott and Mark Allen became known as the “Iron War.” For more than eight hours, the pair raced side-by-side at a record pace. After 2.4 miles of swimming, 112 miles of cycling and 26.2 miles of running (a full marathon), Allen snapped the tape just 58 seconds ahead of Scott.

“I was at the finish line, and I was so excited,” Plant says. “I thought, ‘Wow, I gotta’ do this race.’”

Getting the hang of it took work. Yes, he could run. Yes, that cardiovascular training and leg strength carried over into cycling.

But Plant did not take like a fish to water.

“Basically, with swimming,” he says, “I was like a rock with arms.”

In that discipline, he had to learn that technical precision with each stroke was at least as important as fitness. It became clear as Plant watched much older, much larger, swimmers glide past him during his training laps.

“I was looking at these ladies and thinking, ‘Man, they’re just kicking my butt,’” Plant says with a laugh. “It was all technique, right? If you have lousy technique, you’re not going anywhere!”

Eventually he figured it out, although swimming still ranks last on his list of triathlon skills. Nonetheless, he says he generally finishes near the top of his age group in all three stages.

When he won the Ironman World Championship for his age group in 2018, he set a record for the 75-79 category by finishing in 13 hours, 6 minutes and 3 seconds. How dominant was that? Fidel Rotondaro of Venezuela, his closest competitor, finished 30 minutes and 52 seconds behind.

“It comes down to just hanging in there mentally, just breaking through the barriers and trying to just persevere,” he says. “It’s just having that ‘don’t-quit’ attitude, even when the body says, ‘Oh, sorry, I know you don’t want to quit, but we’re not going anyplace.’”

Going, Going and Going

It should be known to competitors everywhere that Plant has no plans to stop running — ever. His best triathlon advice —his “tri” tip — is simply to love it as much as he does.

“I think what really drives the sport is your inner passion,” he says. “It’s not the hype. I think it’s your inner drive.”

He’s running in Abu Dhabi later this year before heading to Egypt for another race.

“I get around a little bit,’’ Plant says, chuckling. “That’s part of the fun, too. I go, ‘Oh, where’s the World Championship?’ Well, I’m going to see if I qualify for that. And I want to go to such-and-such place.’”

About the only place he will not travel is on an ego trip. At his dentistry office on Arch Street in Redwood City, his staff had to trick him into bringing in his medals and jerseys, which they framed without asking his permission.

In planning his acceptance speech for the Hall of Fame, he notes that he wanted to thank the volunteers and race directors. “Because triathlon is like a family,” he says.

But his modesty won’t help him escape the highest honor his sport can bestow. The fastest dentist alive is about to get his brush with greatness.

The Miracle League: where everyone gets a chance to play ball

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The Miracle League: where everyone gets a chance to play ball

The motto is simple: Everybody deserves to play baseball.

The San Francisco Peninsula chapter of the Miracle League, a nonprofit that helps children and adults with mental and physical disabilities take the field, was started by brothers Gary and Scott Morton in 2018. They adopted the concept from the larger Miracle League, which claims more than 240 individual organizations for disabled ballplayers throughout the U.S. and Canada.

In Redwood City, the Mortons’ enterprise was an immediate hit. Then, just two years later, Covid knocked the whole operation out of the park.

The Mortons and members of the board scrambled to keep from losing momentum.

“We held a few virtual activities and did our best to stay in touch, with handwritten cards on holidays and sending out cutout face masks,” Scott says. “But it was a far cry from having in-person games.”

Many of the league’s players have serious physical conditions that make them susceptible to infections such as Covid. Even as other local youth sports started again, the league’s brass chose not to tempt fate and waited until this past April.

“We were very cautious,” Scott says. “Two of our board members have children in the league, so we took our lead from them as to when it would be safe to resume playing.”

Searching for a New Field

Ever since starting their Redwood City “franchise,” the Morton brothers have yearned for a field designed specifically for the organization’s athletes, in the same way the Magical Bridge playground at Red Morton Park serves disabled children and their families. Games are currently played on the grounds of now-closed Hawes Elementary School, on Roosevelt Ave.

Miracle League supporters recently appeared before the city’s Parks, Recreation and Community Services Commission, which unanimously recommended the development of a conceptual plan to build an inclusive sports facility at Mitchell field in the Red Morton complex.

This story first appeared in the August edition of Climate Magazine

For Redwood City Parks, Recreation and Community Services Director Chris Beth, a suitable field is a high priority. “The Miracle League really ties into our desire to provide recreation access to all, and we recognize the need for a special field like this,” he says.

Relying on Volunteers

On average, 15 players are assigned to each of the league’s four teams (two for youths and two for adults). Each player is paired with an able-bodied “ buddy,” who assists. That’s 60 people per game, half of them volunteers. Multiply that by two games per day, then add more adult helpers, and the number of needed volunteers can easily climb to 200 on an afternoon.

But, the Mortons say, it’s become hard to find people ready to pitch in. Parents are key; they transport their kids to games and often stick around to help. In talking with other youth sports associations, however, Scott discovered a broad trend: Players far outnumber the parents who are willing to assist.

“It seems logical when I think about it, that after two years of youth not being able to play (because of Covid), the kids are out and ready to tear it up,” he says. “But over those same two years, adults have become disconnected.”

Enter the Young Men’s Service League of Menlo Park, an organization of mothers and sons working together to improve the local community. The group has become the main contributor of buddies who play with the disabled athletes. And the league has enjoyed an unexpected bonus. Scott says that on any given game day, “a good third of the mothers stay and help out.”

Spreading Across the Continent

The larger Miracle League’s website says the organization represents “more than playing a game,” noting participants make new friends and gain self-esteem. The league has existed since 2000, when its first field opened in an Atlanta suburb. During the next two years, chapters sprouted in South Carolina, Alabama, West Virginia, Illinois and California. The organization says it currently serves more than 200,000 children and adults. It adds that it “has an aggressive plan to help local communities build Miracle League complexes around the globe.”

More information about the San Francisco Peninsula Miracle League: www.miracleleaguesfpen.com.

Redwood City council to appoint Smith’s successor in District 4

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The City Council of Redwood City will appoint an eligible resident to complete the remainder of District 4 Councilmember Michael Smith’s term, which runs through December 2024. Smith announced his resignation last week as he is moving closer to his family in the Northeast.

City staff recommended the appointment process over the alternative route of holding a special election, which would need to be held after January 2023, leaving the District 4 council seat vacant for at least eight months. A special election would also cost the city an estimated $104,000-$124,800, staff said.

As part of the appointment process, the city will advertise the opening and accept applications from eligible community members through Aug. 16. Eligible residents must live within the boundaries of District 4 that coincide with the map approved by City Council in 2019. The latest map, adjusted to reflect 2020 Census data, has different boundaries for District 4. City staff will launch a website and other outreach providing the 2019 map for residents interested in applying to succeed Smith.

Following recruitment, staff will confirm eligibility of applicants. City Council members will then conduct interviews with eligible applicants and make an appointment at their meeting Aug. 22.

In his last meeting on City Council, Smith was lauded for his service to the community, which “extends far beyond this dais,” said Mayor Giselle Hale.

City Manager Melissa Stevenson Diaz expressed gratitude for working with Smith in his roles on the Palm Park Neighborhood Association, then Planning Commission and then on City Council following his election in November 2020. Diaz says she appreciated Smith’s “thoughtfulness and perspectives.”

“You have helped in many ways us in improving our service to the community,” Diaz said, adding he will having a “lasting impact in ensuring that our analysis and the impact of the work we do has significant rigor.”

The National Anthem and America’s long night

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San Francisco Giants manager Gabe Kapler recently joined others in professional sports who have protested during the pregame playing of “The Star-Spangled Banner.” In late May, the Associated Press quoted Kapler as saying, “I don’t plan on coming out for the anthem going forward until I feel better about the direction of our country.”

Kapler paused his dissent on Memorial Day, explaining his personal obligation to honor and mourn the veterans who have defended our country. The following day, he remained in the dugout.

Kapler’s discussion of his original decision in a long blog post made me reassess my thoughts about boycotting the anthem. I was disturbed when former San Francisco Forty Niners quarterback Colin Kaepernick started sitting through it during the 2016 NFL preseason. I believed then that he was exploiting his media stage to disavow the country that, for all its deep flaws, especially involving the police and people of color — one of Kaepernick’s criticisms — also enabled a young man of mixed race to be adopted, receive a public-university education and earn a fortune playing professional football.

Then, on May 25, 2020, Derek Chauvin murdered George Floyd. As a country, we have not been the same since. Now, multiple mass killings within just weeks — at least one of them apparently motivated by inexecrable racial hatred — again have left us filled with feelings of impotence and rage. When will it end? When — and how — will we make it end?

This story first appeared in the July edition of Climate Magazine.

Ever since Kaepernick sat, the anthem has become a flashpoint. To many, the sight of players kneeling is abhorrent. But it’s also understandable. “The Star-Spangled Banner” is one of our most important national symbols. When we are asked to sing it, we are undeniably being asked to celebrate our nation.

Like all Americans at this moment, the Giants’ Kapler doesn’t feel much like celebrating. “I am not okay with the state of this country,” he wrote in an impassioned post entitled, “Home of the Brave?” In particular, his thoughtful and wide-ranging essay took Congress to task for failing to ban assault weapons. As for the connection to “The Star-Spangled Banner,” he said, “I’m often struck before our games by the lack of delivery of the promise of what our national anthem represents.”

No argument here. And yet: Consider how the anthem came to be. Many know that an attorney named Francis Scott Key wrote the lyric while on an American vessel that was being detained by the British after Key had helped negotiate the release of an American prisoner during the War of 1812. What most people don’t know is that Key matched his words to the British tune, “To Anacreon in Heaven,” which was so popular that its melody already had been used for more than 130 songs in the United States.

We are told that on September 13, 1814, Key had been watching the British navy’s 25-hour bombardment of Fort McHenry in Baltimore Harbor. Less than a month before, King George’s troops had torched the President’s mansion (not yet called the White House), the Capitol, the Treasury Department and the buildings that housed the departments of war and state. Whatever the wisdom of declaring war on Britain, the Americans had their hands full.

The next morning, writes musicologist and historian Mark Clague of the University of Michigan, “Key rose … and through the lens of his spyglass saw his nation’s 15-star, 15-stripe flag waving defiantly over the fort. He was elated and relieved, certain that God had intervened.” Over the following two days, Key wrote, “Defence of Fort McHenry,” later to be called, “The Star-Spangled Banner.”

The lyric — and it really is a lyric, not a poem — consists of four long stanzas. It’s the first one, generally, that people sing (or not). That stanza and the next two mainly ask questions. The opening phrase, “O, say, can you see,” in fact begins a four-line inquiry in which the apprehensive American lawyer wonders if the stars and stripes are still “gallantly streaming.”

To me — both historically and personally — it’s significant that Key’s poem poses more questions than answers. In essence, it asks, “Are we still here? Are we all right?”

On that early morning in 1814, the answers had to be, “Yes, barely” and “No, not yet.” For that reason, I have long viewed “The Star-Spangled Banner” not as a song of mindless, patriotic jubilation, but an expression of grim-faced determination at a time of crisis. To its other existential questions, add this one: Can we pull through? The final verse — almost no one knows it — ends hopefully, predicting that the flag “in triumph shall wave.” But as the British pulled out from their failed attack, it was still far from certain — and despite his momentary euphoria, Key must have known it.

A century-and-a-half later, the country faced the latest in its long history of crises. The assassination of President John F. Kennedy was not the first catastrophe of the 1960s, nor would it be the last. A week and a day after Kennedy’s death, football fans from Stanford and the University of California gathered for the annual “Big Game” between the two traditional rivals. The contest had been postponed from the previous Saturday, and the mood was somber. Sensing what was needed, Stanford’s new band director, Arthur P. Barnes, reached into his files for an unconventional arrangement of the national anthem he had written while teaching at Fresno State University. It had been performed just a couple of times in Stanford Stadium. But if ever a time cried out for a reprise, it was now.

Jon Erickson, formerly Stanford’s bursar and now director of Stanford Stadium and other campus athletic facilities, played in the band that day. As he recalls, the pregame memorial ceremony included a full 60 seconds of silence.  Then, as if from nowhere, a solo trumpet player mournfully sounded the anthem’s first two lines. (My father, who went to the game, was reminded of “Taps.”) The woodwinds crept in, joined gradually by the brass and percussion as the piece, infused with a haunting, Mahler-esque harmony, built slowly to a stirring close.

The near-sellout crowd appeared stunned. “I’ve never heard such a loud silence,” Barnes said shortly before he retired in 1997. “All the sportswriters said they had lumps in their throats.”

On that day, I had just turned nine years old. When the sixties ended, I was 15. The decade, dominated by the Vietnam war abroad and assassinations and riots at home, is often considered the country’s most divisive except for the time of the Civil War.

Now, I wonder. When I view the sixties, it’s often with the young person’s eye I had then. Hate and fury were offset by idealism and hope. Yes, there was Watts and Detroit and Kent State. But, for a time, there was also Dr. King. There were the Beatles, Aretha Franklin and “Hair.” As the decade ended, Neil Armstrong kept President Kennedy’s promise and took one giant leap on the surface of the moon. Even as Vietnam blazed under American napalm, Armstrong laid a plaque that read, “We came in peace for all mankind.”

Today, I see none of the optimism that countered the sixties’ many tragedies. Beyond the horrors we have recently witnessed, the country is paralyzed by virulent and universal cynicism and distrust. Again, we have strong reason to ask, “Can we pull through?”

At times like this, the national anthem reminds us of what we have already endured. No matter how people may feel about singing it just now, “The Star-Spangled Banner,” at its heart, portrays the fragility of our democratic enterprise. Often, we have been at war with ourselves. Yet, despite our many perils and losses, we remain standing, even if it may feel more like staggering.

Are we still here? Yes, barely. Are we all right? No, not yet.

Photo via Scopio

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