Tupac Shakur was born as Lesane Parish Crooks on June 16, 1971 in New York City to Black Panther Party members Afeni and Billy. A number of his other family members were also involved with the Black Panthers, and many were convicted of crimes and imprisoned. Shakur has an older stepbrother named Mopreme and a younger half-sister named Sekyiwa. In 1984, the family moved to Baltimore, Maryland, where Shakur went to Roland Park Middle School and Paul Laurence Dunbar High School. In the tenth grade, he transferred to the Baltimore School for the Arts; there, he studied acting, jazz, ballet, and poetry, and performed in multiple plays. Shakur subsequently moved to Marin City, California in 1988, and attended Tamalpais High School in nearby Mill Valley. Although he didn't graduate, he later earned a GED.
I was a Mt. View renter in Mountain View from '73 through '85 then returned to Florida.Thanks to all your memories of place & business names I had forgotten. Here are some more ... the memories may be too personal... but I see them as a testament to how comfortable Mountain View was to live in... I truly felt at home.First I rented in a duplex on Sierra Vista:Sold my 1958 VW bus, painted Rustoleum orange with yellow roof, with an engine that had died forever on the highest point of Hwy 17, to teenagers across the street who cut out the back end for surf boards and replaced the engine. Still had the bumper sticker "Can't read? Write now for free help" that Herb Caen's column had mentioned when I had lived in Santa Cruz.Dreamed of a jet in a small group colliding with a tree, a few days before the Blue Angels had their first (?) fatality. Never dreamed of planes before or since, despite having been a sky diver and knowing well of the Blue Angels.I see from maps now there is a pocket park on Sierra Vista by Middlefield. There was a nursing home across the street from us. "Our" red painted wood duplex and the big empty field inside the block disappeared when the block "went condo" (in '76?). Lived the rest of the time near Castro Street:Ken's House of Pancakes' German Babies soufflé pancakes with powdered sugar & lemon wedges.The El Camino foreign auto repair/sales where Fred Stengle sold me a rebuilt forest green 1966 MGB for $2,000, and the foreign auto repair guys west of there on Miramonte who later kept it running (re-rebuilding it piece by piece).Being wakened one Sunday morning each year by a strange sound - drums, cornets, and clarinets of a Portuguese fraternal band marching down Castro Street to St. Joseph's Church and marching back after a church service, with a parade of small children costumed as friars passing out miniature loaves of bread, teenage girls trudging along in formal gowns or robes, accompanied by proud mothers. Mountain View Library with great new book selections inside the entrance... usually getting no farther than that to stop and read. Near San Antonio & Middlefield the pay-to-play indoor racquet ball courts for just a few years, and next to it, I think, was a pay-to-play woodworking shop.Chuck's Cellar on El Camino near San Antonio. The live music downstairs... John Stewart of "California Bloodlines", Crystal Pistol (3 girls, violin & guitars)...Getting a traffic citation for making a u-turn in front of the Post Office (considered in the business district although 1 block east of Castro and seemingly behind the actual business on the street.Registering a complaint with the City of MV when my landlord (1904 Bates house at California & View Street - next to the little home in the orchard tower) planned to cut down his 2 story tall Australian Pine (Casuarina equisetifolia ) because it dropped too much "mess." The tree reminded me of home (Florida beaches... now it's illegal to grow them in my Florida city). Turned out there was a mistake and the permit was supposed to be to have been issued for his small pepper tree instead. MV was specifically preserving the Casuarins - had a special one in a ramp right-of-way (Central Expressway and...El Monte?). The persimmon tree in "our" front yard and the people who would drive up and try to strip the fruit. The tulip tree next to it, with bare branches I filled with lights at Christmas while blaring my record of Bach's "Magnificat." A plant nearby that sprang from nothing each year and was spectacular. Little violets that filled the back shady patio if the landlord was slow to mow. Taking Amtrak to San Jose train station by dropping off my bags at the Amtrak shelter, driving back home, and walking back the 2 blocks to catch the train. Or, taking a local bus home from San Francisco Airport, down El Camino to my street (View), and rolling the bag home.Blue Sky Cafe - vegetarian restaurant in a wooden cottage west of Castro. Aikido lessons in a hot second floor dojo above Castro Street.Poking around the unrestored Rengsdorff house in that surreal setting all sky and wet/flat lands, pre-development and amplitheater.Mountain View near Castro was a wonderful place to live.
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I remember when the "Dog City" building (corner of Castro and Mercy) was vacant, for years, and full of dogs. The entire street, except for the scattering of bars and Chinese restaurants was vacant in the late 70's and 80's. As a kid my friends and I would like to knock on the windows and aggrevate them. The grocery store at the Palm Plaza was for years called Bee Foods. I have fond memories of taking my little sister there in her stroller so I could get free candy from the manager. He liked my sister, but never gave my friend and I candy if we came by ourselves.
I was born and raised in Mountain View and, except for about 6 years out-of-state for college, I've spent my whole life here. I lived in the Cuesta Park area growing up (my parents still live in the same house) and have rented several apartments/duplexes/houses in other parts of our town over the years, but just moved to a tiny house in Old Mountain View with my daughter and new husband.I went to Bubb Elementary School when Ben DeBolt was principal, to Graham Junior High, and to Awalt High School (when it was an open campus and we used to cut class occasionally and hang out at an old dry creek bed in the surrounding neighborhood).One of my favorite 1960s childhood memories is of riding stingray bikes with neighborhood friends across big muddy meadows (now the surrounding shopping center including Nob Hill) to get Slurpees or hot chocolate at the Payless Bakery (where all my best friend's many sisters worked one after the other)followed by a doughnut.... YUM!I also have very fond memories of the Variety Store at Blossom Valley Shopping Center where we all got candy for a nickel, the Galaxy Gift Store where we got every Christmas Present for my mother for about a decade, I think, and Tots-to-Teens where my mom took me for school clothes (and I had to get size "6x" which meant I was not skinny enough :/)....Linda's was my favorite place for take-out as a child (I LOVED the tator tots!) and going to Old Mountain View's Castro Street felt soooooo far away! I believe I saw the original JUNGLE BOOK movie at the theater there : )I loved going with my family to the Drive-In at the corner of Grant and El Camino (hard to imagine a drive-in on that corner!!!) and saw a ton of great kid movies there in my pajamas! Does anyone else remember playing at the little playground there before the movie started?Mountain View was a working-class town back in the 60s and 70s, and while I still love living here, I'm sad that high-tech has made it so hard to afford to live here.Have read every entry and look forward to reading more : )
Justin does have one encomiast, Flavius Cresconius Corippus an African schoolteacher from aprovincial town in the hinterland of Carthage, who had composed an epic on the victory of JohnTroglita over the Berbers, and recited it before an audience at Carthage as part of the victorycelebration there sometime between 549 and 553. That success seems to have launched his careeras a wandering poet, producing panegyrics of cities, called Patria, for wealthy patrons. He made hisway to Constantinople, perhaps after the Berber rebellion of 563, and after Justin II's accession heproduced four books in Latin hexameters in praise of the new emperor.[[8]] He is a contemporarysource for Justin's accession to the throne. It is generally thought that he died in the early years ofJustin's reign, perhaps in 568, but that is not necessarily true.[[9]] He may have lived on into the mid-570s. In any case, he was witness to Justin's early years, though aprofessionally prejudiced one.
Edward Gibbon paints a gloomy picture of the final period of Justinian I's reign:'During the last years of Justinian, his infirm mind was devoted to heavenly contemplation, and heneglected the business of the lower world. His subjects were impatient of the long continuance ofhis life and reign: yet all who were capable of reflection apprehended the moment of his death,which might involve the capital in tumult, and the empire in civil war. Seven nephews of thechildless monarch, the sons and grandsons of his brother and sister, had been educated in thesplendour of a princely fortune; their characters were known, their followers were zealous, and asthe jealousy of age postponed the declaration of a successor, they might expect with equal hopesthe inheritance of their uncle'(The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Chapter 45). The picture is exaggerated, although it reflects a sentiment amonghistorians that with Justinian's death in 565, an epoch had ended and what lay in the future wasdecline. There were, in fact, two men who had a good claim to succeed Justinian. Both werenamed Justin.
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