LETTERS
Fun with moose and squirrel
Long gone on Oakland’s San Pablo Avenue near the Berkeley border was family-owned Flint’s BBQ. Ribs and two pieces of cheap white bread—a fortune could have been made with their sauce alone. A small eatery that you just knew wouldn’t last. But that’s another story.
Like that Flint’s sauce, for me, J. Scull’s way with words simply . Great taste in life, but not above using dental floss to position his cables, friggin’ a! Anybody who can conjure an image of Rocky and Bullwinkle on a prehistoric cave wall—where do we find
