Feature 3: It’s getting personal …

by Stephanie Powell

How did star-crossed lovers find one another before they could swipe right on Tinder or meet an 87 percent match on OKCupid?

They came to the Sun.

While the current generation seemingly missed out on wooing a significant other by wordsmithing quirky, seductive prose into a personal ad, here at the Sun we thought what better a time to revisit where Lover’s Lane and Memory Lane meet. We’ve rounded up a few of our personal favorites for all to enjoy.

Did you ever submit a personal ad to the Sun? Write in and tell us your story—we’d love to hear it.

Ask Stephanie if she’s found her 87 percent match at sp*****@********un.com.

Trivia: Petaluma’s Double 8 Dairy recently made history by producing the world’s first ice cream from the milk of what rather large animal?

Answer: Water Buffalo, known as the “living tractor of the East,” provides less butterfat and fewer calories than cow milk.

For more trivia questions (and answers!) see Howard Rachelson’s Trivia Café every week in the Pacific Sun. 

Mill Valley Library up for ‘Best Small Library’ in America

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by Joanne Williams

Mill Valley’s esteemed public library on Throckmorton Ave. adjacent to the redwoods in Old Mill Park, is a finalist for the Best Small Library in America 2015 by Library Journal, one of the premier professional publications in the U.S.

Since the present library took the place of a Carnegie Library on Lovell Ave. in 1966, it has evolved into a literary community center. The library celebrated its 100th birthday in 2011 by holding more than 100 programs, which put the library in bold focus in the community.

“What we originally intended as a single year of special offerings became our standard,” said City Librarian Anji Brenner.

The adult program attendance tripled and the employees were encouraged to create programming based on their interests. Fireside reading programs, dramatic presentations, art lectures, LEGO robotics workshops, creative writing workshops, concerts and Friday night social events attract a wide audience. Mill Valley is competing with libraries in Montana, New York and elsewhere to receive a $10,000 cash award and conference costs for two library staff members to attend next year’s Public Library Association Conference for an award celebration

Huey Lewis rocked out at the Redwoods in Mill Valley

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by Joanne Williams

Huey Lewis? Here’s the News! Huey Lewis staged a birthday party at the Redwoods Retirement Community for his mother last week and introduced a new song, “When We Were Young,” a dance tune to close the generation gap. While the production crew filmed the excitement, Huey carried a birthday cake with 91 candles to his mother, and a few senior residents took the stage to dance. The video will be out soon and there’s a possibility of a concert in Marin later this year to benefit the 40-year-old facility’s multimillion-dollar revitalization project. Meanwhile, there’s an annual Crab Fest on Saturday, Feb. 28 to keep the Redwoods buses rolling. Information at 415/383-2741.

Feature: Back away from the computer, Marin!

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by Molly Oleson

“Mind if I take away this one,” a man asks, as he reaches for a section of the Chronicle on the table in front of us. He’s in his 50s or 60s, white-haired, in good shape and dressed in jeans, a hooded sweatshirt and sneakers.

We tell him to go for it.

“Thanks,” he says with a smile.

“You’re welcome,” says Marsha Winer, my guest at a bustling cafe in Tiburon. And then, as the man walks back to his table, she says under her breath, “Are you single, ’cuz we could use you!”

Winer, a professional matchmaker and founder of the 31-year-old matchmaking company Introductions by Marsha, starts cracking up. But she’s not kidding. She has a pool of beautiful, kind, confident, intelligent Bay Area women who are looking for love. And this winter, it’s not raining men.

“Does he have a wedding band on?” she asks me quickly, as if we’re about to lose him.

“I don’t know,” I reply, scanning for his ring finger. “Yes,” I say, when I spot a glint of gold.

“He does,” Winer confirms, with disappointment in her voice. “Darn it! Now if he didn’t, then I would give him my card.” She cracks up again, and has me laughing, too. “I would!” And then she clarifies. “For my clients, not for me.”

Winer, whose lap is full of file folders containing screening questionnaires and handwritten notes about some of her approximately 100 clients, offers single, divorced and widowed men and women (currently ages 23 to 70) 12- to 15-month memberships to her traditional, old-fashioned services. A membership guarantees clients at least five—and often more—introductions to people who Winer, or her associate Judi Bliquez, have personally met—either in Marin or at their San Francisco office—and have paired for common interests, goals and values.

“They were my shortest engagement,” Winer says proudly, pointing to the framed photo she’s brought of a happy couple—posing in front of the Golden Gate Bridge—that she married off years ago. They are among the more than 250 people—everyone from futon salesmen to engineers to attorneys to doctors—that Winer has matched since moving to the Bay Area from her native Michigan in the early ’80s, after earning a B.A. and teaching credential from the University of Michigan, and a master’s degree in guidance and counseling education from Oakland University.

What started out as an “experiment” in the dating industry quickly became Winer’s “calling.” Though her business certainly didn’t begin as an alternative to online dating, today it caters to those who are seeking refuge from the wildly popular—but time-consuming, impersonal and oft-described discouraging computer-dependent romances. “Return to the good old days, when people relied on people, not machines and technology,” reads Winer’s website.

“Men are floundering online, trying their best,” Winer says of the online dating world, noting that most of her clients reach out to her because they’re tired of the exaggerations, the pretending, the games and the unmet expectations that come with it. “It’s a jungle out there,” a client once told her.

“I think nowadays people online can start a communication and then just stop communicating with no explanation at all—because it’s part of the culture,” she says. “You don’t owe them anything. Whereas with me, they kind of have to be more careful because it’s going to get back to me if they’re not treating someone properly.”

Jay, a 50-something former client of Winer’s who works in high tech, says that matchmaking appealed to him primarily for the personal service. He had “had it,” he says, after 10 years of awkward, uncomfortable Internet dating experiences following his divorce.

“The more thorough the process, the better,” says Jay, who commends Winer for things like her lengthy questionnaire that focuses on what’s most important to the client in a partner, and her one-on-one meetings. Jay was matched with his girlfriend of almost two years by Winer, who he describes as personable, extremely gracious, readily available for advice, and honest.

When asked what he found in his girlfriend that he hadn’t found in the other women he’d gone out with, he replied, “Gosh—everything.”

Not all guys ask for, or even admit, that they need help when it comes to dating, Winer says. She compares the phenomenon to men not wanting to ask for directions when they’re lost.

“Probably pride,” Jay says with a laugh, when asked why he thinks men are more reluctant than women to hire a matchmaker. “‘Oh, I don’t need a matchmaker—I can do it myself,’” he imitates a man saying. “No you can’t. Not necessarily.”

An uneven ratio of men to women isn’t Winer’s biggest challenge. “I can match people so easily,” she boasts, telling me that she “could fill a book” with the “zillions of rewards” she’s experienced over the years—like being thanked in toasts by grooms and fathers of the bride at her clients’ weddings. “That’s not the problem.”

The problem, she says, is that women today are pickier than ever before.

“‘I want him to be this height; I want him to have this color eyes,’” Winer says, imitating women clients who place more emphasis on the physical attributes of a potential partner than on his character. “It’s just not the same thing as ordering a pair of shoes online. It just isn’t.”

In her experience, Winer says that men have always been visual when it comes to finding a partner, but that online dating has made women more similar to men in this regard. Her job is more difficult and less fun if clients are obsessing about photos and making judgments before even signing up for a membership. “It goes back to spending hours studying and filtering profiles, and sifting through them, and they’re used to doing all the work,” Winer says. “It’s hard for them to give up the control.”

There’s no secret to her process, Winer says. It’s about “stirring up” an initial phone conversation that can last up to an hour with an in-person interview and the questionnaire that she asks clients to fill out. (One questionnaire she pulls out reveals that a client is most attracted to ‘independence, warm nature, intelligence, understated elegance and simplicity’ in a woman. Under his handwritten words, Winer had made a note in blue pen: ‘quiet elegance.’ “He doesn’t like the firecracker type,” she explains.) And then there’s her intuition, and her twice-a-day meditation that helps bring in the right people to match.

“I’m pretty jazzed before they even come in about who I think is there for them,” Winer says, adding that she’ll put clients on a waiting list if she doesn’t already have one, two or three really good candidates for them to look forward to.

She wishes that she could tell clients to “let go” of their laundry lists of requirements so that they are more open to meeting a person who would, in her eyes, be the perfect match for them. “I should say it more often—‘just trust me,’” she says.

But Winer also knows that being a modern-day cupid means letting go a little herself, and changing with the times to give her clients what they want. “There’s a fine line to how pushy I can be,” she says. “I can’t be like a fiddler on the roof.”

Winer declines to talk too much about her own history of love and heartache, but shares that her parents’ relationship of nearly 70 years has been an inspiration in her work. Her father, she says, kept the romance up the whole time, frequently sending her mother flowers and love letters signed, ‘All my love, your Bernie.’

“What made her happy made him happy,” Winer says with a smile.

The joy that radiates from her is similar to the joy that one can sense when Winer talks about a match she’s made. “You’re walking on air for a week,” she says. “It’s such a high.”

“Don’t wait–Get a date before it’s too late!”: Winer is offering a Valentine’s Day special for men: two for the price of one membership, good through Sunday, March 15. For more information, visit www.matchmakerssanfrancisco.com or call 415/499-1160.

Match up with Molly at mo*****@********un.com.

Letter: ‘You won’t spoil our party …’

The angry inch

John Berkland (“End This Reign of Hate,” Jan. 30) shows us all that he, too, can be on the front lines—here on the home front! Poetry is a sword in the hand of a patriot.

Our poet from Glen Ellen ain’t French
Death threats? He chose not to flinch.
So he said, “Je suis Charlie!”
You won’t spoil our party.
Free speech? We don’t give an inch!”

Brent MacKinnon, San Anselmo

Letter: ‘Physical therapists and sports specialists all say that you’re supposed to stretch after exercise …’

Why, Shavasana of course!

Physical therapists and sports specialists all say that you’re supposed to stretch after exercise, but what do you do after yoga?

Carlo Gardin, Fairfax

Letter: ‘There’s just enough tongue-in-some-cheek-somewhere in her naming yet another Jew as the Messiah …’

More like second coming of Harold Hill …

Surely Ms. Silverstein jests, or is sorely mistook, in her “accolladations” of Assemblyman Marc Levine and his head-grabbing line of a three-lane Richmond bridge. There’s just enough tongue-in-some-cheek-somewhere in her naming yet another Jew as the Messiah, especially in attesting to a politician’s sexual prowess in a first or second coming. As if watching a car accident happen in slow motion, we can take the time to read betwixt the lines and say to oneself, in desolate sarcasm, “Wow, what an inCREDible … uh … who were we talking about?”

That paragraph alone will not help us withstand the test of desperation of someone despised by his own political party. So let us note with great fanfair Levine’s penchant for light fare upon the highways—tunnel renamings, GG Bridge defendings, and now this. It is rather fitting that he thus continuing his career as a traveling salesman, trudging between here and Sacto doing the bidding of anyone who will “pay” him back. One wonders if he’ll rename I-80 “The Big Ag Thruway.”

Impressively Yours,

Jonathan Frieman, San Rafael

Letter: ‘Say, what’s that pungent smell?’

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and lousy service …

Every service monkey knows Mother’s Day is by far the worst, but that Valentine’s Day is clearly second, worse than New Year’s Eve, St. Patrick’s Day or Cinco de Mayo. So here’s a poem for all the service-industry folk out there who have to work on Valentine’s Day, titled:

“Two-Top Swoon” or “St. Valentine’s Day Massacre”
Saint Day of Valentine,
The one day of the year
All two-top lovers dine,
All service monkeys fear,
Young love-lost lovers share
Wrong entree, overcooked,
Entranced, don’t know, don’t care,
Their tables over-booked.
Sometimes, self-centered man
just does not have a clue
That his considered plan
Might interfere with you,
Demands the stage so he
Is Captain of the Ship,
Gets down on bended knee …
Too bad! There goes your tip.
Two languid lovers laugh,
Mock dining protocol,
They jerk around the staff,
And dominate the hall.
Then better half does swoon,
Falls faint upon his plate,
Gallant, he uses spoon
to extricate his date.
Say, what’s that pungent smell?
It permeates the room,
Could that be why she fell,
Knocked out by own perfume?
Big Pharma’s masking spray,
“Eau de Pepe Le Pew?”
No, heard their server say,
“Still served on our menu.”

Letter: ‘ In other words, as we get smarter, we also get dumber …’

Left to your own devices …

As we all know now, there is a diametrically opposite coordinate direction between the rise of the Information Age (Google, et al) and the State of Political Discourse in our country and elsewhere. In other words, as we get smarter, we also get dumber.

Here is my solution for today’s rotting world: once a week, get off the network. Shut off your phone, your radio, your TV, and all your other devices. Try it for a few hours. Then try it for a full day. Then try it for as long as you can stand to be smart.

What you will find is that there is a diametrically opposed coordinate direction between your personal intelligence and the amount of time you spend on your devices. In other words, the less time you spend with your devices, the smarter you and your children will become. Heck, you might even decide to have your kids vaccinated.

Skip Corsini, San Carlos

Feature 3: It’s getting personal …

by Stephanie Powell How did star-crossed lovers find one another before they could swipe right on Tinder or meet an 87 percent match on OKCupid? They came to the Sun. While the current generation seemingly missed out on wooing a significant other by wordsmithing quirky, seductive prose into a personal ad, here at the Sun we thought what better a time to...

Trivia: Petaluma’s Double 8 Dairy recently made history by producing the world’s first ice cream from the milk of what rather large animal?

Answer: Water Buffalo, known as the “living tractor of the East,” provides less butterfat and fewer calories than cow milk. For more trivia questions (and answers!) see Howard Rachelson’s Trivia Café every week in the Pacific Sun. 

Mill Valley Library up for ‘Best Small Library’ in America

by Joanne Williams Mill Valley’s esteemed public library on Throckmorton Ave. adjacent to the redwoods in Old Mill Park, is a finalist for the Best Small Library in America 2015 by Library Journal, one of the premier professional publications in the U.S. Since the present library took the place of a Carnegie Library on Lovell Ave. in 1966, it has evolved...

Huey Lewis rocked out at the Redwoods in Mill Valley

by Joanne Williams Huey Lewis? Here’s the News! Huey Lewis staged a birthday party at the Redwoods Retirement Community for his mother last week and introduced a new song, “When We Were Young,” a dance tune to close the generation gap. While the production crew filmed the excitement, Huey carried a birthday cake with 91 candles to his mother, and...

Feature: Back away from the computer, Marin!

  by Molly Oleson "Mind if I take away this one,” a man asks, as he reaches for a section of the Chronicle on the table in front of us. He’s in his 50s or 60s, white-haired, in good shape and dressed in jeans, a hooded sweatshirt and sneakers. We tell him to go for it. “Thanks,” he says with a smile. “You’re welcome,”...

Letter: ‘You won’t spoil our party …’

The angry inch John Berkland (“End This Reign of Hate,” Jan. 30) shows us all that he, too, can be on the front lines—here on the home front! Poetry is a sword in the hand of a patriot. Our poet from Glen Ellen ain’t French Death threats? He chose not to flinch. So he said, “Je suis Charlie!” You won’t spoil our party. Free speech?...

Letter: ‘Physical therapists and sports specialists all say that you’re supposed to stretch after exercise …’

Why, Shavasana of course! Physical therapists and sports specialists all say that you’re supposed to stretch after exercise, but what do you do after yoga? Carlo Gardin, Fairfax

Letter: ‘There’s just enough tongue-in-some-cheek-somewhere in her naming yet another Jew as the Messiah …’

More like second coming of Harold Hill ... Surely Ms. Silverstein jests, or is sorely mistook, in her “accolladations” of Assemblyman Marc Levine and his head-grabbing line of a three-lane Richmond bridge. There’s just enough tongue-in-some-cheek-somewhere in her naming yet another Jew as the Messiah, especially in attesting to a politician’s sexual prowess in a first or second coming. As...

Letter: ‘Say, what’s that pungent smell?’

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and lousy service ... Every service monkey knows Mother’s Day is by far the worst, but that Valentine’s Day is clearly second, worse than New Year’s Eve, St. Patrick’s Day or Cinco de Mayo. So here’s a poem for all the service-industry folk out there who have to work on Valentine’s Day,...

Letter: ‘ In other words, as we get smarter, we also get dumber …’

Left to your own devices ... As we all know now, there is a diametrically opposite coordinate direction between the rise of the Information Age (Google, et al) and the State of Political Discourse in our country and elsewhere. In other words, as we get smarter, we also get dumber. Here is my solution for today’s rotting world: once a week,...
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