September 28, 2018
STAR TRIBUNE — The first real surge of Berkeley’s energy hit me while listening to a trombone player. I was sitting outside the Cheese Board Collective, a worker-owned co-op on Shattuck Avenue that opened in the early 1970s. Sunlight slanted off a blue sky, scents of basil and bread intermingled, and I was savoring my first bite into a melty cheese- and pesto-enhanced pizza. Somehow, I thought, Berkeley combines both social concern and delight in the senses.
