Monday, January 27, 2003

Out in the east bay

Out in the east bay over the weekend I chanced to pass again by the Berkeley Fire Department’s old mission-style station 6 on Cedar Street, a homey comforting site that’s been around since the depression at least.  Over the garage door is a shield, as from a coat of arms, with the acronym of the relevant organization emblazoned thereon in big classy letters, “B-F-D.” My heart swelled (swole?).  Maybe I could get a T-shirt.