I saw Julie Linsley a while ago, she was working for CalTrans... She seemed happy and healthy.

Hi
I see you are looking for Chris Poppett
He is my brother and I am oping we could be looking for the same person

Thanks

Is Kathy Jo related to Charlotte of the same last name? Because if so I wouldn't mind finding her as well.

I knew a Rachel Fried who went to Skyline but not a Beth.

I never thought of using Tribe this way, I've been Googling people for years. I'm almost afraid to ask, now. Don't know why I should get all shy all of a sudden.

I am Julia Hansen, formerly Julia Tolley. You can send me email at jewelzvannah@yahoo.com
I am looking at some of your posts and you seem to be very much like I remember you. I remember being cruel to you and pretty soon after we lost touch. You moved from Berkeley with your dad to El Sobrante?? I wished that I had been nicer to you.

Many of you may not know me, but I bet I’ve hung out, at least for a minute with quite a few of you. I was only around from about ’83 to ’84 and then moved to L.A. <<<BOOOOO (I know, I caught much shit for that one.) But, I covered alot of ground in a short time!

After reading the stories here, I feel compelled to pay homage to those that I still remember and think of from time to time. Although, I know many have left this world, there are still a few out there that I’d love to know are happy and well. If I speak of anyone who reads this please feel free to hit me up and say hi.

About two years ago I looked up Heather Carter online, contacted her and spoke with her for a couple of hours. She sounded great and said she was happy with life. Last weekend I looked her up again and read her obituary!?! I still don’t know what happened to her but I am extremely sad to hear that she is gone.I basically lived on the streets, Durant mainly, and crashed at her house on 6th on many occasions. I was an absolute mess but she always tried to take care of me. When I talked to her a couple of years ago I told her that I was grateful for all she and her family, Lucy, Peter and John, did for me. And to take in a homeless, lost, little pregnant girl on drugs was amazing to me and probably saved my life! I’m doing great now and so is my son. I’d love to just give Lucy a big hug right now. Can anyone tell me what happened?

I think of people gone now like my God brother Michael Hunter who was blatantly gunned down in Emeryville. Still to this day no one knows what the fuck happened. Or like one of my best friends Jerry Ernst who got hit by some drunken ass driver on E 14th in Oakland. Shoulda beat that asshole at the hospital that day Jerry died. He’s lucky he was handcuffed to a bed.
Paul “that’s so anti Christ” Bayloff, my little buddy, who used to be so sweet and so fuckin’ crazy all at the same time. Kim Chipanee (sp?) screaming up and down Durant until that one day…
Cruisin around the streets all night rockin out with Matt Newman.. And Heather….damn girl, I still can’t ‘wrap my head’ around that shit...

I can’t even imagine all the people who I don’t know are gone now.

So many kool memories in such a short time like the numerous nights I spent flyin’ around on the back of Montana’s bike. Burnin’ the man thru the hills, hangin out at the wall, watchin the boys wrench on their shit all night at the house on Monterey. Can’t forget Dave ‘the boy’ Lucky or Chris Mast, u r the coolest. Home cooked chicken versus fast food chicken! LOL. Doing laundry with Julie Lindley on Telegraph. What a fuckin blast that was.

I remember kickin it at Mark Mercer’s house, much thanx to him too; good looking out for me as well man. My old roommate Eric Korman hookin me up with the newest and hardest tunes. Erin Malone, where are you girl? You were such a sweetheart. You and your mom were the most awesome. Hangin out listening to Priest & the Scorpions with Lacy Burnett. Riding BMX bikes with HIPPIE FUCKIN CHUCK, Where are you man? David Phone, Phone home ET, with the El Camino and the kick ass system. Lobster dinner ala Chris Mosier. Chris Harris, such a nice person, I hope he is doing well. Smokin’ the boombastic with Jimmy Minniwhether!

Sleeping at People’s Park hangin out and partyin’ with people I didn’t know so I could crash there. So many kool trippers to chill with!


Back in the day…Rick & Lonnie; Andy & Denise, Connie & Pam. Being the happy homemaker at 'The Web' in Marin, that one lost weekend. Jeff Weller, Phil what up? I remember naming a cat after Toby Rage; too funny.

Squattin at Mark Whittaker’s pad in El Cerrito, listening to Gary Holt play classical guitar and sleeping in a bean bag chair next to the speakers; and lots of Capt. Crunch. Fuck Yeah!

And wasn’t it Zak, the huge Rhodesian that belonged Rick and Lonnie that used to intimidate people into tossing him some food? I loved that big headed sweetie pie! He was at times, my very best friend.

ANNAPURNA’S, my favorite store, still there last time I was in town. To Bertoli’s with Johnny Costa for minestrone soup and sourdoughbread on a cold, rainy day. The biggest & fattest College ave burritos! Peet’s coffee, now gone commercial, I still buy it in the stores though just for sentimental reasons. Over to Aladdin’s for coffee & pastries during an attack of the serious munchies and so I could stare at the waterfall on the wall. (HMMM sounds pretty good right about now!) Arnell’s Pizza… Flints BBQ… Those nights drunk as fuck at Ruthies Inn, basically every weekend, but do remember seeing Testament, Slayer, Venom, etc.; and the Keystone for my very first Metallica show. I think with Dave Mustane even. We had it good back then.

Lots more that I can’t put in text… ha ha ha. Even more I can’t think of right now.

Even if no one ever reads this, I feel better writing it. I miss alot of you and just Berkeley in general.
I know it's changed alot since then, but will always be kool in my mind.

Berkeley kids are hella kool and thanx for letting me hang out. I will always remember those days.

Peace to all.


Robyn. (Morris)