4:44 p.m. A citizen at a Plaza bank hailed an officer to complain about a man who threatened to take off his clothes if he wasn’t given money.
11:51 a.m. A petrol-swiping slithy tove worked the parking lot of a riffraff-saturated Valley West motel the previous night, draining one car of its dinosaur juice.
10:46 a.m. A toddler enjoyed a bag of crackers at Eighth and H streets.
11:16 a.m. Like a mammoth queen termite turgid with eggs but in this case plastered with stoner art and laden with 11 mpg vagabonds, a large, multi-colored bus became more or less the capital of M Street. An orange sticker was destined to take its place amid the psychedelic Krylon miasma.
A lifelong musician, Small only recently gave all her energy to her own solo career. “I sang to myself in the playpen and have been at it ever since,” she said. After picking up piano in grade school, she studied jazz at Milwaukee School of the Arts. She and Bryan even attended the famed Berklee College of Music together, where they were friends and musical cohorts, but went their separate ways for 14 years afterward.
Help North Coast favorite Joanne Rand celebrate the release of her 11th CD, Live with Claudia Paige Saturday, Oct. 23 at 8 p.m. at the Arcata Playhouse (1251 Ninth St.).
• Friday, September 24 2:15 a.m. A donut shop’s serene surreality was ruptured by an out-of-control drunken hooligan. Pickled beyond reason, police bypassed his brainstem by hotwiring his nervous system. The electrical override enabled arrest and hospitalization.
3:11 a.m. Fleece or leather? This conflict may have been at the root of the clash between two mutual-shovees at Samoa Boulevard and K Street. One wore a hoodie, the other a jacket, but police didn’t need a Venn Diagram to locate their common ground – public drunkenness.
10:20 a.m. Two tattooed men at Samoa Boulevard and H Street shared blithering idiot duties, splitting the workload of yelling at passing people and cars. Both were arrested on drunkenness charges
6:43 p.m. A superheated citizen aglow with righteous rage let off a coronal mass ejection of resentment over the antics of his neighbors, those punks. As a dispatcher attempted to document his travails, the man railed about the skateboard slamming he’d been enduring. Apparently he’d confronted the noisy neighbs, as an officer arrived to advise him not to engage the neighbors directly and just let cops deal with the noise. Then they endured his crabby complaints that alcohol is legal and that people can enjoy beverages of this nature on their porches, which just isn’t right. He agreed to stay inside and be mellow for the evening, or most likely to stew in silence about the injustice of it all.