I’m used to good mileage in my Prius and filling up the tank of my old 1994 Ford Ranger put a good-sized dent in the wallet. I made it to the Bay Area with nary a hint of a leak and it was certainly worth it to drive my truck and let it know I still cared about it. It responded by purring all the way to the Bay. I expect a lot from this truck when I need it.
I founded the Alameda County Sheriff’s Department Archive Association
and worked hard over the intervening years to get it up and running,
along with a lot of volunteer help, of course. When I turned it over to
Bill Rhodes, top left, it was the right decision. He has made so many
positive changes that every time I do attend a meeting, I hardly
recognize the place. He has expanded our buildings, is having a new one
built and is rebuilding our old guard tower. Next to him is Vic Agapalo
and attending with a broken foot is Rich Barlow.
Al Ianarelli checked in as did Bud Harlan, not pictured.) New is a
case made for this missing child’s bust that came out of evidence. The
new building will hold a mock cell with old style jail doors we have
stored, along with other heavy equipment.
We will go from three large rooms and three storage rooms to
one-third more space and we have enough stuff to fill it. It is a great
project and my contribution since being on the road with Jim is to
interview deputies about the history of the department. I spent my time
interviewing Rich Barlow, yesterday.
A recent donation to the archive was business cards and a shield that
once belonged to Hell’s Angel Berdoo. The Angels have changed their
image from the old days. When my husband was a detective, he arrested
Sonny Barger and confiscated his stolen motorcycle and put it into
evidence at the County Garage Impound Yard. The way it worked, when
someone came to pick up their vehicle, he took the elevator down to the
garage, the civilian clerk would ask for their release order, then he
would open the locked gates to drive the vehicle out. Sonny, out on
bail, with a friend, went to pick up his vehicle. He had no release. The
friend distracted the clerk and Sonny got into the yard rolled his
motorcycle into the elevator and went out with it through the building.
My husband couldn’t make his case without the evidence and Sonny went
free. The clerk, of course, was not a cop.
On the way home I stopped at a Costco to buy some batteries and
refill on cheaper gas, at $3.93. Murphys price is $4.29. I found some
beautiful U.S. wild caught cod and bought it, figuring my air
conditioning would keep it cool enough to get home. Well, long story
short, my newly cleaned truck smells like fish; I had to poach the whole
package when I crawled through the door at about 6:30 p.m. I can’t
possibly eat all that fish. I’ll have to be creative and invite company
over. I had six messages on my phone. One an emergency call from a
friend who was in an accident. It took me two hours to locate him. He
was so drugged he was practically incoherent, one arm in a sling, and a
whip-lash collar. His car totaled. Another cold beer night.