I changed my mind, I don't want to marry Stockton blvd., I want to marry the City of Stockton. We tore that town a new one yesterday and I ate so much good food that I want to cry thinking about it. The ethnic diversity of the restaurants and markets there outdoes that in Sac, a city four times Stockton's size! They have at least four Cambodian restaurants, for Gods sake. I don't want to post too much, because I'm writing it up for the June issue of Midtown Monthly. And I'm going back tomorrow for that Morrissey concert at the Bob Hope theater, which I guess is all movie-palace style.

Here's an appeal from Sacramento historian Bill Berg. Let me know if you would like me to put you in touch with him:

Actually, this is an opportune time for me to mention that I am working on a history of Southside Park for Arcadia Publishing, and I am looking for a couple of photos of whatever sort of backyard punk rock parties that people may have had in the vicinity of Southside Park (321 U Street, 6th and T, etcetera) in the 1980s or early 90s to use in the part of the book covering the recent past. I'll bring my portable scanner thingamabob to this event, but I can meet people at any semi-convenient place and time.