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Bed and Beer

By Carol Fondiller This is a re-print from the July 1969 edition According to the long-term tenants, some of whom have lived at the Ellison for over 15 years, 15 of the 60 units in the Ellison have been “rehabbed” into youth hostel accommodations. So 15 units times $1,768 a month equals $26,520 a month....

Get That Filthy Rag Out Of My Yard!

By Carol Fondiller This is a re-print from the April 1978 100th edition The Free Venice Beachhead. My funny Valentine. Your columns not so straight. Shaky grammar. Earnest, pompous, sincere, mistaken, precise, and homey. One hundred issues. Who’d uv thunk it! Who’d’ve thought that The Free Venice Beachhead would be cherished and needed enough by...

Invasion of the Afflu-Hip

This is a reprint from the December 1974 edition Washington Blvd. was renamed Abbot Kinney Blvd. in 1990 By Carol Fondiller About a year ago at a meeting between the affluent residents of the peninsula and the not-so-affluent residents of North Beach, a resident of the Peninsula looked at me with wide eyes. Walter Keane...

OH RATS!

By Carol Fondiller According to the weekly newspaper The Argonaut, May 22, 2003, the Catellus Development company has devised a plan for evicting long-term residents of a 45-acre site situated on a Playa del Rey bluff. The original plan was to poison the long-term bluff residents with an anti-coagulant, which would cause the residents to...

And Further Out

(This is a re-print from the December 1983 Beachhead 15th Anniversary issue) By Carol Fondiller Write about the Free Venice Beachhead. Easy, I thought. Well, it hasn’t been. Something inside me skitters toward the subject and then flits away. “I felt as if everyone on the staff was fucking each other and I was the...

The Case of the Disappearing Benches

By Carol Fondiller Reprinted from the October 1983 issue At one time there were sixty of them. They were double benches. That is, one could sit and face the west and watch the ocean, or one could sit and face the east and watch the human parade that strolled, shuffled and bumped up and down...

A Beach Head Write About the Beachhead

By Carol Fondiller Frankly, I feel as if I’m viewing the decades of the Free Venice Beachhead’s existence on old celluloid film. Jumping and bumping with splats, cracks and flashes. Cutting through images that have been spliced together with cellophane tape being fed through the old moviola of my brain. Who was that guy with...

The More Things Change…Carol Fondiller Strikes Back from the Archives, March 1985 – Wombs: Property of the State?

By Carol Fondiller I’m holding a picket sign again, my feet hurt again, and people look past the sign that I picked up from a pile of signs, something about abortion being legal and bombings are not. Yep, back in the ol’ fox hole – again. For the past five years now, abortion clinics have...

Not Just The Rich Can Live At The Beach

By Carol Fondiller Years ago, shortly after the earth cooled, I became interested in housing matters. It was a matter of self-interest. During the late ‘60s there was a real estate boom, and property owners in Venice, who derived profits from renting below-code substandard units at fairly low rents, saw the opportunity to make a...

Billy’s Apartment

Carol Fondiller died last Jan. 9 after working most of 41 years on the Beachhead. Here are her comments from March, 2005:   By Carol Fondiller The voice on the other end of the phone said, “Rumors are whizzing “round, noisy as skeeters on a stagnant pool spreading west Nile disease. Billy’s apartment building is...
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