I included in my Bulletin Board post only a small fraction of the flyers that were rescued from the grip of rusty staples.

A complete, unabridged collection is not for the faint of heart.  It is not everybody’s cup of tea.  It is not for the weak of spirit.  It is not for the casual observer.  It is not everyone’s idea of a good time.  At all.

That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company

But some of you, perhaps only a few, a happy few, will thrill as I did at this look at Berkeley Flyers 1980-ish to 1995-ish.

There was one more, one last one.

I am impressed.  A lot of work went into this – removing, scanning, sizing, posting.  It was worth it as far as I’m concerned.

Like the stapler-remover, the scanner does not wish to be identified but sent me two childhood photos.  The scanner’s family lived in an Eichler home in the Rancho San Miguel development in Walnut Creek from 1962 until 1968.  The 1965 Ford Galaxie in the photo means that these two photos are from 1965 or later.

I thank the scanner and the staple-puller. Dig the Eichlers!

I asked my friend what he thought about the flyers in this unabridged version.  “I gigged for Thumb Tack Bugle for a couple months in ’84 stapling up flyers.  Not the most mindless job I ever had but close.  Really close.”

What about the diversity of the content?  What does it tell us about Berkeley?  He was succinct, as always: