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Jeff L. Howe

Jeff L. Howe
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Jeff Howe is a bonsai enthusiast and harmonica player who has very good reason to believe that the Universe tastes like a cheap buck-fifty melon. He is a product of Walled Lake and a former Poetry Slam Champion of Milwaukee. He once shook hands with Rocky Colavito, opened for Leon Redbone and took a piss next to Mose Allison (no hands were shaken). All things considered, his best single day was July 4th, 1987 when he marched in the Marmarth, North Dakota parade in the morning, discovered a rare dinosaur skull in the afternoon, and then sat in playing harmonica with a drunken cowboy band until way past tomorrow. It's been downhill ever since. Jeff is a misemployed geologist who specializes in interpreting rock outcrops at 70 miles per hour. It's a gift. His daughter loves cows. ................................................................................................................... FOR MORE STORIES, PHOTOS AND HARMONICA RECORDINGS VISIT: jeff-howe.net

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MARCH 27, 2009 5:39PM

Why Live In Oakland?

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I met an old man years ago.  He was an artist and an illustrator who came regularly into the San Francisco lithography shop where I worked to have his handiwork printed and bound.  He drew humorous and realistic illustrations of the highest quality, in a variety of media and styles, for an array of magazines, designers and other clients around the Bay area.  Although his work brought him into San Francisco nearly every day, he lived by choice over the bridge and across the bay in Oakland.

One day, while we stood waiting for a proof to come off the printing press, I asked him why he chose to live in Oakland.

 “Well now,” he began in a tone that made me suspect he’d used the line before, “living in Oakland, I can look out on the sun setting behind the Golden Gate Bridge and the lovely city of San Francisco draped over the hills.  I can watch the boats circling Alcatraz and see the distant peak of Mt. Tamalpais poking up from the fog over Marin County.”

 He quickly glanced slightly sidewise out of the corner of his eye to see if I was listening. 

 “But if I lived in San Francisco,” he said, “what would I have to look at besides Oakland?”

 

 

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