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The dealer where I take my car for servicing now wants customers to go online to make service appointments. The last time I tried doing this, on the old system, it got terribly confusing and I gave up and went back to phoning, which has its own difficulties, as there's not always someone available to answer the phone.

But the new system is much clearer about making the appointments, and I did so successfully, but getting to that point was difficult. I had to create an account, which involved confirmations both by text and by e-mail, and then I had to register my car on the system. First they asked for its Vehicle Identification Number, which is a long alphanumeric thing. I had to go downstairs, our to the car, and grab the registration on which the VIN is printed. OK, that done, now it asks for the current mileage and estimated number of miles driven daily. Back down to the car to get the current mileage.

Now, how to estimate daily mileage? I don't have a regular driving schedule, like commuting to work. Some days I do local errands, some days I don't go anywhere at all, some days I go up to the City for a concert. Aha, I know how I'll do this. Below my odometer is a useful figure showing the approximate number of miles driveable on what's left in the tank. I know that, when it's full, it'll say about 350 miles. I always buy gas from the same credit card. If I go through the statements for this year, which are conveniently in one place, I can count up the number of days between fillings (which I usually get when it's down to about 30 miles). Average out the number of days, divide that by 320, and there's the answer, which turns out to be about 25.

I've been to a number of concerts by this nonpro string ensemble, conducted by Kristin Turner Link, and today was another one. They did a very nice job with Corelli's Christmas Concerto, and acceptably with Grieg's Holberg Suite. The other major work on the program was a tonal but astringent suite by a turn-of-the-20th composer named Mieczysław Karłowicz. The program said it was his Serenade No. 2, but I think they meant his Serenade, Op. 2.

Our Mythie book-discussion group held its annual Reading and Eating meeting in the back room of the same Irish pub we've used the past two years. Three people showed up who hadn't been to the pub before, and one regular wasn't there (we saddled him with one of next year's discussion meetings anyway), so we had nine people instead of the previous seven. Hurrah.

Looking for something easily edible for lunch, I had the fish and chips. So did several others.

One of my readings came from a collection of letters to the Times of London. I was heartened to read that in 1949 a reader wrote in to protest a figurative use of "literally," and that this was followed over the next couple of weeks by nearly a dozen other letters recounting favorite examples of this, of which "Clemenceau literally exploded" (during an argument) and "for five years Mr Gladstone was literally glued to the Treasury Bench" were the funniest. You can use "literally" this way if you want to - it's a free language - but you have to expect that people will laugh at you and mock your clumsiness at writing.

As usual for a Saturday, the radio on the way up was emitting the weekly Met opera. This time B. recognized it right off. It was La Bohème.

As for the music, the low-frequency kick of the bass - amplified by the subterranean setting, contained within SoFi's steep sides, and ricocheting off the E.T.F.E. roof - was crushingly loud. It penetrated to the bone. A friend who'd joined me ... retreated from the volume and sat in a chair next to the congealing remains of a spread of wings and sliders, her head in her hands. I sought refuge in the suite's private bathroom.

- John Seabrook, The New Yorker, 12/8/25

And this was a Beyoncé concert. Beyoncé. Not a heavy metal band or anything like it, the sort of thing I wouldn't listen to regardless of the volume.

I would not have sat with my head in my hands or sought refuge in a bathroom. The moment this assault on the sense of hearing began, I would have stood up and walked right out of the stadium. Then, if possible, I would have gotten in my car and driven home.

The one time I actually heard a performer in an arena was back in the '90s when B. was working for AMD and they were riding high, so Jerry Sanders rented the local hockey arena for a big corporate party and put Faith Hill in it. The sound wasn't as bad as the above description, and the music as such was not at all objectionable, but I lasted about two minutes.

So first I was listening to Rachel Maddow's podcast on the mysterious death of Senator Ernest Lundeen in 1940 and his connection to Nazi propagandists, and then I read Wikipedia's article on the America First Committee - which wasn't founded until just after Lundeen died - and saw a photo labeled "Students at the University of California (Berkeley) participate in a one-day peace strike opposing U.S. entrance into World War II, April 19, 1940."

I attended UC Berkeley myself 35 years later, so I was curious as to exactly where that photo was taken. I couldn't enlarge it more than this, but that was almost enough to read the signs on the shops at the far side of the photo. The sign on the corner building reads "Sather Gate Inn."

Aha. Sather Gate is a symbolic gateway on the bridge over Strawberry Creek. It's now well inside campus, but I knew that it was once the entrance to campus. Before 1960, Sproul Plaza, which leads from the edge of campus at Bancroft Way up to Sather Gate, was an additional street block of Telegraph Avenue, which now terminates at Bancroft. And the west side of that block, where the Student Union and Student Center which now stand there were built in 1960, had shops. This must have been the Sather Gate end of that block.

But wait! There's a street sign reading "Allston Way." Allston? Allston is a street in downtown Berkeley off to the west. It's that far north of Bancroft, but it didn't go up to Telegraph. Or did it?

With a little searching, I found a 1942 map of campus online (click on the image to enlarge it). And sure enough, what is now a pedestrian pathway tucked between the Student Center and the creek was then a street which bore Allston's name. The low-slung building behind the cars parked on the street must be the university YWCA shown on the map.

So this photo must have been taken from a perch up on Sather Gate (on the right side of the photo above), facing southwest (the map has east at the top). Here's a current photo taken from within where the crowd was in 1940, probably from about where the flag is, facing in the same direction. That's the Student Center cafeteria, The Golden Bear, in front, where Sather Gate Inn used to be, with the Student Union looming over to the left.

I find it fascinating to compare the 1942 map with a current map of campus. Many buildings built, some demolished (including the old Chemistry Building whose cupola is the only surviving relic). The chemists who were creating plutonium at about the time of the old map were working in the then-new chemistry building, Gilman Hall, which still stands: there's a plaque by the door of their lab.

The other thing I should note about the current map is the note "Closed for Construction" just below Bowditch Street near the right-side middle of the map. That's where People's Park used to be.