It feels like another lifetime, but I used to live in that house in the middle, albeit very briefly. It was my first Bay Area residence, from August to September, 2000. I moved out so fast because my crazy roommate squandered the rent money for her “personal needs.” I didn’t spend much more time in Oakland, leaving in March of 2001. Wandering through the old neighborhood brings back some memories, not necessarily good ones. But the past is the past.