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It is my understanding that the Alameda City Council is considering rescinding the cigarette and tobacco products license of High Street Market located at 1505 High St. The Changs do not sell tobacco products to schoolchildren or to any underage minors. They have been in business at the High Street location for 35 years (32 years as Bonfare) with no violations. 

The lack of a cigarette and tobacco license would cut into their profit by approximately 25 percent. Furthermore, people buy many other items when they come in to buy tobacco items. The Changs estimate the overall loss of business would be 35 to 40 percent. Such a loss of revenue would cause them to ultimately close the store. 

High Street Market has served the community admirably through the years. It is the only quick stop convenience store on High Street from the bridge all the way through Bay Farm Island. It is open until 11 p.m., making it convenient for much needed items and over the counter medicine. 
Please do not rescind their cigarette and tobacco products license. Thank you. 


Susan Bullock


Two of the characteristics I love most about Alameda are the slow pace of life and cleanliness of the streets. 

But with the introduction of shared scooters and bikes, the sidewalks are lately strewn with a tangle of machines. Worse yet, cars routinely drive faster than the 25 mph speed limit that governs most of the city streets.

These speeding cars are especially dangerous near crosswalks where there is only a small corner of red paint on each block to prevent parking, which limits pedestrian visibility. When a pedestrian steps out into the crosswalk, drivers can hardly see them until they are literally right in front of their vehicle.

One idea to “kill two birds with one stone” is to extend these no-parking red zones another 10 to 15 feet, and designate these areas bike or scooter parking zones.

This would provide ample, convenient parking off the sidewalk on every block, and also increase visibility at every corner so that cars can better see pedestrians (it’s much easier to see through a small bike than a big, parked truck).

As the city considers new regulations to increase the availability and safety of bikeshare programs on the Island, I encourage them to consider how we can make small changes to street design to make life safer for every Alamedan.



Nick Ellis


Ever get the wrong present for Christmas? Something you didn’t really want or need? Sadly you never really told them how you feel about the present. You don’t want to sound rude or spoiled so you sit there. You sit there with a subpar set of cat socks. 

Looking at your present you wonder, do they even know you? I mean, if they really knew you they’d have got you that blender you’d been hoping for, the one that rotates at five rounds per second. Or maybe they would have gotten you that new jacket you had been eyeing when you went shopping with them.

So the question arises, have they ever really known the real you? Not the one you bring to the dinner table or the one you take to your grandma’s birthdays. Not even the cranky you that appears on road trips. 

Maybe they expect the you of 10 years ago. Maybe you’ve been trying to be the ideal son, daughter, brother or sister that they’ve expected you to be. Who does know the real you? Is it your friends? Or is it the same with them? Who is the real you and what do they want?

Midway through that thought you ask yourself another very important question.

Am I materialistic? Spoiled? Or vain? Maybe that’s not what matters. Maybe Christmas is about family and spending time with them. 

But you keep thinking about that present. You keep wondering if they got you the wrong present because you gave them the wrong hints or maybe they don’t actually know you. Maybe the last few years have been a facade. Without knowing it you’ve molded yourself into who your parents and family imagine you being. Maybe that’s not the real you. Or maybe you could be reading between the lines that aren’t there.

I’m 16, so I’m probably just venting. Merry Christmas, and thank you for listening.


Quinton Yap