My Dad’s house is high on a hill in the small city of San Leandro, in the San Francisco Bay Area. Every morning when I visit, I pick up the morning paper, the East Bay Times, and check out the sports section to read about the local teams. I often put the paper down to glance out the window. A few miles distant, down in the flat lands of Oakland near San Francisco Bay, I can see Oakland Arena and the Oakland Coliseum. I was born in Oakland. My parents were raised there. We moved to the suburbs when I Read more
