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All ratings All ratings 5 stars 4 stars 3 stars 2 stars 1 star. Open in new tab. Sign me up Stay informed about special deals, the latest products, events, and more from Microsoft Store. Sign up. Two Cal undergraduates died. Thirty-six people died that night — the youngest 17, the oldest 61 — in the most deadly structure fire in the United States since people died in the Station nightclub in Rhode Island in By the next day, news outlets across the country began reporting the same narrative: The building was a deathtrap.
Eyes immediately turned to Almena, who at first seemed not to understand the gravity of the situation. Everything I worked so hard for is gone. His arty, charismatic guru aesthetic was still intact — his fedora a little too dashing on what should have been a deeply bowed head. Almena, let me ask you a couple of questions. Thirty-six lives were lost in that building over the weekend.
The family members of those who were lost want answers. Are you the man who should be held accountable? What am I going to say to that? Should I be held accountable? I can barely stand here right now. Obviously there were some conditions in that building that may have led to a dangerous situation and led to what happened there. We laid our bodies down there. We put our children to bed there every night. We made music. We created art. What do you want me to say?
The city of Oakland, too, found itself in the cross hairs within a matter of days and weeks. It turned out that city officials had known for well over a year that Ghost Ship was dangerous. I would be so worried about all the electrical wires. A neighbor on 31st Avenue called the police dozens of times, according to KQED, concerned about the noise and the endless flow of old junk that arrived at the building, some of which then sat on the sidewalk.
As details began to emerge, the fire was not understood as an isolated, idiosyncratic catastrophe. It was understood as the product of civic and societal failings. In the years leading up to the fire, the Oakland Fire Department had been chronically underfunded, understaffed and mismanaged. To deal with the fallout after the tragedy, the fire chief retired. The fire marshal hired in April eventually resigned. A refrigerator caught fire in the warehouse on the night before the tragedy.
The Ngs, through their lawyer, declined to comment. The civil trial is scheduled for next fall. Beyond all this was the feeling that the runaway cost of living in the Bay Area — and its attendant housing crisis — was culpable as well. Artists lived and worked in unfinished, unpermitted, unmaintained warehouses because the traditional rental market had become hopelessly out of reach; squats, in one form or another, were the only places artists could afford.
But when she spoke at a vigil in downtown Oakland a few days later, she was booed. The mayor then tried to mend her relationship with her more creative constituents by signing an executive order giving owners of illegally inhabited spaces up to 60 days to come up with plans to bring those properties into compliance with building regulations. But who would pay for all those upgrades: the sprinkler systems, the insulation, the fire doors? Without major subsidies or a housing-market crash, there was no math that made those underground art spaces both affordable and up to code.
After the fire, Harris stayed with friends for a while, spending whole days talking only to the cat, unsure he wanted to live. Hearing the drum circle at Lake Merritt had become unbearable. Riding his bike across town, seeing friends of friends — it was all too hard. So in March , he boarded a bus, in a rainstorm, for Los Angeles to try to start again. In his backpack, he carried all his possessions: a few T-shirts and a pair of too-big jeans he picked out of the piles of clothes people donated to the artists who lost everything in the fire. He had some money in the bank, too, as Harris, like everyone else who had lived at Ghost Ship, except Almena, received funds from charities to help them rebuild their lives.
In the Inglewood neighborhood of Los Angeles, Harris rented a loft in a former auto-body shop, across the street from an elementary school. Harris tried to nest. He built a workbench and furniture out of scrap materials he found in the yard. He painted a couple of walls white and one sky blue. He bought an induction stovetop, which heated food with magnetic energy instead of a coil or open flame.
He thought about holding workshops in his studio to teach people how to make their own engagement rings out of cuttlebone. But being awake was excruciating, and being asleep was excruciating. On the morning of June 5, , he woke up to banging on the metal roll-up door. He slipped on his flip flops and opened his loft to about a dozen law-enforcement officers with guns drawn. He could hear the schoolchildren playing at recess across the street. At first he thought it must be a mistake, a big mistake. Maybe his neighbors had done something? The cops cuffed his tattooed wrists and took him down to the station.
They handed him several sheets of green paper. The warrant read:. Harris was told he could make three calls. Still he dialed, bracing himself, unsure what he was going to say. The whole world knows. Both men were moved to Santa Rita Jail. The landlord, the Ng family, was not charged. Harris spent eight months in solitary confinement — for his own protection, he says the guards told him. He tried to maintain his sanity by reading through thousands of pages of legal documents from the case, hoping to aid in his own defense.
The state claimed that the warehouse was flagrantly, cavalierly dangerous. Almena was responsible as the master tenant. Harris shared culpability as second in command. On Dec. Each morning, Almena and Harris arrived at Superior Court of Alameda County, in downtown Oakland, shackled in their striped prison jumpsuits. On the second day, a young man named Nicholas Bouchard took the stand. He testified that Almena persuaded him to co-sign the Ghost Ship lease. A couple of weeks after signing the Ghost Ship lease, Bouchard arrived at the warehouse one day to find a huge hole had been cut in the second-story floor.
Concerned, he told his mother, and together they prepared for a meeting with Almena to discuss how to make safe, legal changes to the space. She then dedicated herself to maternal arm-twisting until her son cut ties with Almena. Over the six days of hearings, the state compelled a series of Satya Yugans to testify. A gulf in understanding opened in the courtroom. What was a family? Was your real name the name your parents gave you or the one bestowed on you by your friends?
What qualified as a home? What did it mean to say something was beautiful? But the feeling among people who lived there was that arresting Harris made no sense. About Almena, some testified that they were scared of him. But they were clear about Harris. Yes, Harris coordinated with the music promoter. Yes, Harris cleaned the warehouse for the party. But Harris had no power. Everyone who lived in Satya Yuga knew that. I talked to Harris a lot in the spring and summer of Her voice sounded like a single thin strand of hard caramelized sugar, sweet but ready to crack.
Part of the magic of parental love — its ballast, its power — is that your family will always be there for you. Their love will build for you a steadfast home in your heart, and the stability of that home will give you the strength and the sense of self required to extract yourself from bad situations when you need to leave. Harris never quite had that. No parent, like Kathleen Bouchard, was determined and able to wrest him away from risk. Instead, even in prison Harris felt a duty to take care of his mother.
For a while, each time I visited, I found Harris behind the thick glass divider in his red-and-white jail jumpsuit. To talk to me in a visiting slot in his cell block, he had to lean his lanky body over to the side of the cubicle because the cord on the phone attached to the wall was humiliatingly short. He reminded me to clean the mouthpiece of the phone on my side of the glass each time I sat down.
There was no way for Harris to process the situation, no way to assimilate the facts. He always thought that if he moved gently through the world, the world would move gently over him. He thought that if he helped others, good karma or Jesus or both would take care of him. Had he not done enough? He lost friends in the fire. He had his own trauma to work through.
How had his life taken him here, with all these bodies laid at his feet? One day in April when I visited Harris, he told me that the guards had woken him up in the middle of the night and searched his cell. They took his soap and deodorant and left another inmate standing in his boxers in the cold cement yard. The casual cruelty disoriented him. He had nightmares at night. He had nightmares during the day. Almena, too, was in jail and not doing well. Shortly after his arrest, he was moved to the Glenn Dyer jail in downtown Oakland.
He cried during the second interview when he talked about his children, then he remembered all the children who had died and that it was cosmically unseemly for him to cry in public about his own; his face collapsed as he sunk into the quicksand of his own pain. When his children visited him in jail, he told them he was now on a spaceship.
He hated for his children to see him locked up like this. He longed to touch their warm, soft skin. No one touched him anymore except to lock him in handcuffs. If he was lucky, he slept for 18 or 20 hours a day. In his dreams, he visited every studio in the warehouse. He saw Harris making jewelry, Nikki Kelber making feather headdresses, his wife upstairs belly dancing. It was all beautiful again.
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Thank you in advance! Like Liked by 1 person. Like Like. Your article brought back some good memories. I did not know it was built by Cadillac, I was under the impression it was a Chrysler product.. It was very heavy and on one occasion the driver rip out the clutch and rendered the vehicle to the motor pool…where I was told it was a Chrysler transmission. Command given to new cannon cockers 29 palms calif. Great, brought back some memories, mostly good. You left out a few terms I remember. Loved this. My only critique is that some terms attributed to Marines were also terms used by Army grunts like me.
If one does not Break Starch one may wear same uniform for days. For Lifers and junior lifers or remfs. Number 10 is average size GI boot. I love this site. Nails were flechettes fired from artillery rounds or cobra 2. They were essential for helping a lot of convoys get through. Also refers to a member of a LRRP unit. Idiot stick could also be a grass whip for trimming tall grass on the bunker line, or around buildings in base camp.
Never heard that before unless it was referring to a missing nuke. Prairie Fire was an alert used within the SF and SOG groups only and means that the unit was compromised and on the run and to send help. In reference to the M60 the pig or hog it is stated it uses the 7. Never heard of such a thing. Then the on the MRFs. Swift boats had 81mm direct fire mortars developed by the USCG go figure and loved fleschette rounds for close-in work.
Great site. That is the sound they made. Reup and fuck you. A safeing device for mini guns that were removed before flight. The wind that is present when helicopter rotors are tuning. The chest plate of aircrew body armor. I collect gearment of Vietnam War, and My Idea is of SOG and special forces, because of light of all, no helmet, no other heavy things, and it is interesting to go recconannsaice..
I know at real it is risk, but this is interesting to have a figure of SOG,. We called them gooks when they were in the wire. I was in III corp. It has been 48 years still have my brothers in my head. ME Gook — U. What a trip back in time did not realize how much I had forgotton,Thanks so much for sharing job well done. I recognized many of the words. WE used that term in the Mekong Delta where many Vietnamese civilians lived. This was great, words and comments I thought I would never hear again.
Division Door gunner on a gun ship was one of the best jobs I ever had. Just wish everyone who was there would have made it home safe………. I really enjoyed this walk back thru time. Some of the articles in this program brought back some memories thanks. Interesting list! Lots of familiar slang and some new ones.
Pretty decent. Maybe someone can add the rest? Worked most of the time. I enjoyed the article. I was going to add it but Richard beat me too it. Loved the article, brought back memories, good and bad! You made every effort to repair it but it was Vietnam Squared. Thanks for posting this. I heard a lot of this stuff from guys coming back from Vietnam. The only things missing are K-rats, which were used before C-rats, and were left over from the Korean War, and toe-poppers and Bouncing Bettys, which I think was were names for pop-up explosives. Some of the slang is still in use now.
Keep it going. Good post. Much appreciative! Thank you for your service! The Chinook and Jolly Green were not the same. A Chinook was a C47 which was a rifle squad or medivac chopper while a Jolly Green Giant was a C53 which could transport a platoon, supplies, or vehicles inside and below by cable. USMC Great effort. Reminded me of a lot of stuff I used to know. Thanks for mentioning the Aussies. Dont forget we also had Kiwis New Zealanders over there fighting with the Allies. I was Marine helicopters Vietnam 69 — One comment on one part of your article I think is in error.
Buying the farm. I understand it came from WW2 when a soldier died, his GI death insurance went to his family, and would pay off their farm or buy the farm. Or anything else of course, but the common term was, He bought the farm. Two dates that I will not forget, along with wedding date, birthdays, etc. I arrived in-country on 8 May at the ripe old age of 18 years and 2 months. It is one year of my 69 years that I will not forget. We all changed a lot in one year.
Thanks brother! Saw no mention of a hand cranked honeywell 60mm Navy issue but used one on a boston whaler in delta. Glenn, give me some more information about it — picture? Memories and lots of sad stories of those brave men and women who had to go and some who did not come back.
Wow, so many years ago! Thanks for all the hard work, brings back many memories … as some have said — some good, some bad — but I appreciate it. May God keep all of my brothers and sisters who served. Thanks for all those who posted responses. I still see my buddies now and then at the V. Awesome job, thanks so much for all your work! Was great to read old slang words again. Had forgotten a lot of them. Good article. Thanks — You brought back a lot of memories. It usually referred to the Petty Officer himself.
Not in my part of the Navy during the Vietnam days. Dave, many expressions must have been localized. As a Yeoman, I was assigned to write down the names of those Vietnamese coming into the camp. We processed about , refugees. So, it might have also come into use during the later part of the Vietnam era and afterwards. Thank you for your dutiful protection of our country, Dave! John, excellent shit. One saying I remember because of the night time visits of Puff. Thanks again for good, bad and memories America should not forget. Welcome home! We searched them in the Tonkin Gulf and river deltas.
They were armed sampans. Father KIA Nam AB, Missed but never forgotten. Wish all that Serve respect and gratitude. Go all the way back to the hanger and get 5 gallons of pneumatic fluid to prime the system.
In the 30th Brigade Air defense we sent newbees to get a can of doppler for the mickey mouse or signal boost refactor cap for the guidance package. Neither existed but the supply always sent them back for clarification. Great laughs and memories. I was with the th Artillery an remembered alot of the slang that was spoken.
Talking about a fish out of water I was lost but had to learn it right quick. Great coverage on these articles. Brings back memoies. Just kidding. I think your pics are great. I would like to know if my daughter can use some 8 of your pictures for a power point paper she is writing for her English II class in Jr College. She would like to use the Vietnam WAR because my father her grandfather-whom she never met fought in it.
He had nightmares until he committed suicide in Only saw this used one time….. Great article. Thanks for the memories. Listening post…. OP…observation post…. OP for daytime, LP for nighttime. Used by the infantry in the jungle. Malaria pills gave you the runs for about 90 days after we started taking them.
Great Job, I enjoyed reading these! My brother Joe U. He came home alive. I know some were not so lucky. Thanks to you all for your service…God bless you all. He has his picture in one of the books holding a pet bunny rabbit! Use those to share. OR you can go to the top of the page in the address line — copy and paste that in an email to your friend.
Final method is to give the address:. Nice work! I saw a little on Navy and may have missed some. Thanks, Butch! I will add all three examples to the list. It reminds me of a lot from a long time ago. Some smiles and some grimaces. Thanks for this! Great article ………………………. Dapping, for example, was never shared with White soldiers.
Many of the whites and blacks in my unit shared this greeting. Personally,I knew four different variations. Maybe because a lot of us were from the big cities — I did dap in Detroit before even going into the army. Incredible article. All of our training was based on Viet Nam lessons learned and tactics. We still use several of those terms today. Only vets truly understand the lingo. I found it to be very interesting and educational.. Whoever gave a bunch of WOjugs a crate of C-4 had to be nuts; we dropped grapefruit sized balls in the South China Sea to fish… Quickly learned to use a longer det cord after we almost blew ourselves out of the drop tank canoe.
Ever heard of WOPA??? That would be the Warrant Officer Protection Association, a possibly fictitious, possible covert attitude amongst the Warrant ranks to bring hellfire and damnation down on anyone fucking with one of our own. Or not. Thanks so much for the memories. Keep up the good work and welcome home. We stopped at every damn FB for even one pac, then took them all home that night.
Thanks and same back atcha, John! If the color matched what the ground pounders said, land. If not, call in air strike on Charlie or NVA. Supported the Marines a lot up at Vandergriff where they put the Ontos to good use. Backed one up to the hooch we were camped in and salvoed into the hillside above us about one night, scaring the living shit out of us poor, dumb Army pukes!
They had a good laugh but we loved them anyway. We were young and invincible and would try anything to help the poor bastards on those firebases. Thanks Doc! I will add your words to the article — some were already on the list. It was intended as a temporary currency, and when US troops went into Cambodia in the Spring of , we found bales of it. What a trip! Thank you for your effort. You sure covered it well. I believe there was a term — pink team — for a recon helicopter and a cobra covering it.
I sure enjoyed this — like a page out of history, huh? The slop chute was not a diner or restaurant. It was the enlisted club E-1 to E-3 where only beer was served no hard liquor. A few more to add? Or maybe not so much! Usually derogatory. Liver skinner. Used by signal types. Harry R. Nevling U.