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	<title>Comments on: Surfing in the heat</title>
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		<title>By: Mary</title>
		<link>http://futureoaklandblog.com/2008/08/surfing-in-the-heat/#comment-461</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 15:32:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A couple of decades ago, at least before 1989, I chatted with a woman who was sitting waiting for her ride near Piedmont Avenue. She was a little girl in a house in Rock Ridge, on April 18, 1906, and remembers feeling an earthquake enough to shake up the family a bit, but they weren&#039;t really worried. They were having a pre-dawn family breakfast prior to sending Dad off to SF on the ferry to work for a few days. After breakfast, they went off to wave goodbye to him on the porch, and saw smoke rising from San Francisco. They had no idea, up on their rock, how bad the quake had been.

After I heard that story, I started paying a lot of attention to the ground under houses I chose to live in.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A couple of decades ago, at least before 1989, I chatted with a woman who was sitting waiting for her ride near Piedmont Avenue. She was a little girl in a house in Rock Ridge, on April 18, 1906, and remembers feeling an earthquake enough to shake up the family a bit, but they weren&#8217;t really worried. They were having a pre-dawn family breakfast prior to sending Dad off to SF on the ferry to work for a few days. After breakfast, they went off to wave goodbye to him on the porch, and saw smoke rising from San Francisco. They had no idea, up on their rock, how bad the quake had been.</p>
<p>After I heard that story, I started paying a lot of attention to the ground under houses I chose to live in.</p>
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		<title>By: dto510</title>
		<link>http://futureoaklandblog.com/2008/08/surfing-in-the-heat/#comment-460</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 20:21:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oliveto is in Oakland! It&#039;s not even close to the border!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oliveto is in Oakland! It&#8217;s not even close to the border!</p>
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		<title>By: Raymond Moody</title>
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		<dc:creator>Raymond Moody</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 20:20:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Does Oliveto&#039;s even count as Oakland? I guess if Pasta Pomodoro got knocked off, anything is fair game...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Does Oliveto&#8217;s even count as Oakland? I guess if Pasta Pomodoro got knocked off, anything is fair game&#8230;</p>
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