Milton Roe
Mon 21st December 2009, 5:45pm
QUOTE(A Horse With No Name @ Sun 20th December 2009, 7:17pm)

It ain't worth the bother, Malley. Trust me, adminship is just like Gertrude Stein's opinion of the city of Oakland, California: when you get there, there is no there there.

That may have been true during the 13 years when Stein lived there from 1878-91, leaving at age 17. At that time Oakland was just the "wrong side of the tracks" of San Francisco (or wrong side of the bay if you will), and there really was no "there" there. No large buildings...
The ghetto-fication and urbanization (complete with skyscrapers) we know as Oakland today, is all post WW II. I still remember (having been in Oakland not long before) my shock at hearing Sinatra sing in 1965 (in my favorite of his albums), an even older song by Alec Wilder & William Engvick:
That year in Oakland High
when I was seventeen
The grass from there to San Jose was high and cool and green
I see it now
Too brash and young was I to know what time could mean
The old Acacia, long cut
down, was felt but never seen
I see it now
That world I knew is lost to me
Loves have come and gone
The years go racing by, I live as best I can
And all at once I know
it means the making of a man
I see it nowThe lyrics are by Californian Engvick, who was born in 1914 and would have been age 17 in Oakland high school about 1931, a time when you could be nostalgic about high school in Oakland (no more!).
I was sometime before I realized just why an Acacia tree could be "felt" but never seen.

. Obviously some transcribers of the lyrics of this song don't get it, either, because they transcribe it "the old Acacia lawn [sic] cut down". No clue.
There, have I derailed the thread enough? Pre WW II California fascinates me. Most of the things that make it suck now, weren't there, then.