Municipal Larceny vs Steve the Barber: History, Humor, Hometown Politics
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Woven throughout this historical record are entertaining tales of Steve Christensen's upbringing in Oroville, from pre-school in the 40's to the Covid shutdown 75 years later.
Spiced with sardonic barbershop humor, we see why it is wise to keep a close eye on the shenanigans of City Hall and how one barber battled his city to defeat proposed tax increases.
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Municipal Larceny vs Steve the Barber - Steve Christensen
Chapter One
A Little History
It’s been over thirty years since my very first visit to City Hall to speak at a City Council meeting. I had a complaint against one of our city’s policies.
Before we get to the battles with City Hall, I want to give some history about myself and my town. Prior to that first trip to City Hall, I had already worked as a barber in our town for 28 years. When I got back home with my Barber License at the age of 18, I had no idea of the wonderful education in human nature which would be coming my way. In fifty-nine years, I went from being the youngest barber in town to the oldest.
As a barber, you get to hear it all. It’s better than being a bartender. Sometimes a barber can go a week or two without having to suffer through any alcohol induced blathering. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that sober blathering is any more palatable. One on one, private conversations with people from all segments of society truly gives one a great understanding of human nature.
Back to my early years. I landed a job in the biggest and busiest shop in town, Fischer’s Barber Shop. Like a typical teenager, I had no interest whatsoever in politics. When either the City Mayor, or County Supervisor, or State Assemblyman, or Police Chief, or Sheriff, or District Attorney was in the shop, politics and newsworthy topics dominated the conversation. I would eavesdrop and sometimes try to pretend like I knew what they were talking about. Every once in a while when one of them was asked what the real story was, they’d say You didn’t hear this from me and then go on to share a few tidbits, swearing us to secrecy. Sometimes the guy’s picture was in the newspaper laying on the counter. So, I’d read the paper after he left. I didn’t know if the newspaper left out the best part, or he just didn’t tell them the same story he told us. My education was beginning.
I was only four years old when my folks moved us from the Los Angeles area to the small town of Oroville, in Northern California. Oroville sits where the Feather River flows from the hills into the valley. Several years of my childhood had passed before Oroville installed its first traffic signal.
I got my first and only bicycle at age seven. By the time I was twelve, that bike had seen every road within five miles of Oroville in all directions. Back in the fifties, kids on bikes were all over the place. After school let out, some boys had jobs peddling the local newspaper. They’d pick up their load of papers, put them in a canvas bag and race to the bars. Guys on barstools were big tippers. Sometimes they’d buy more than one paper.
Besides selling or delivering newspapers, there were many other jobs available for school kids. Every gas station hired youngsters. There were no self service gas stations back then. Customers were treated to windshield washing, tire pressure and oil level checks while the tank was filling. Many restaurants, grocery stores and timber fallers also hired young people.
I worked in agriculture, including harvesting of citrus, nuts, row crops and rice. My last two years of high school I had steady employment, real jobs with tax withheld from paychecks. A real boring job was flagging crop dusters. Before GPS guided the crop duster pilots, they had to depend on a flagman to move over 30 feet to get them on line for every pass.
A couple miles north of Oroville lies a flat top mountain appropriately named Table Mountain. It dominates the horizon. In 1929 some Oroville High School students hauled concrete and water up the slope and formed a giant O overlooking our town. In the fifties, my bike would get hidden in the brush at the base of the mountain. The hike up to the O was pretty easy for kids. Once you got past the O, and up to the flat top, there were miles and miles available for hiking. There are some canyons and creeks cutting through the flat mountain top. Swimming and drinking the creek water were part of every hike.
The biggest high school sports rival of the day was Chico High School from our neighboring town to the Northwest. Before a football game between the two schools, some Chico kids went up Table Mountain, under the cover of darkness, and blacked out enough of the O to turn it into a C. Oroville kids didn’t like it. The event sparked an annual tradition which lasted for many years. Sentries from Oroville High School would be assigned to camp all night to protect the O. Every year, the day after the battle for the O was over, it was the big story around the schoolyard. Even some of the teachers chimed in.
The Feather River separates the City of Oroville from the area across the river known as Thermalito. Bedrock Park, right on the river, was the best place to be all summer long for vacationing school-kids. Hundreds of us showed up daily. It was only a two mile bike ride from the house. Because there were no traffic signals and not much traffic, it was always a fast trip. Better yet, Grandma’s house was only four blocks away from the swimming hole. She always had snacks. Some of the Thermalito kids showed up on the other side of the river. They would leave their bikes and swim over.
The other popular river swimming hole, Bidwell Bar, was a nine mile road trip up stream. That was a tough bike ride. My bike had no gears. Steep hills required walking the bike instead of riding it. I was glad when some of my older friends got cars.
In the fifties, cruising was the most popular thing high-schoolers did. You’d ride around in cars and wave at each other. You would park in Drive-ins, visit each other, set up drag races and hide the beer when the cops rolled in. There was a movie called American Graffiti. That movie really nailed it.
The fifties were the Golden Age of Automobiles. Every year all models of all makes of cars were not seen by the public until a scheduled day for the whole country. Trucks and trains which transported the new models had to keep them covered. Unlike today, you didn’t have to look at the logo to tell what kind of car it was. Every year, every car had a new look. Downtown Oroville had several new car showrooms. Their windows would be papered and no one would be allowed in until the big day arrived. When the last bell rang at Oroville High School on new car day some of us ran to all the showrooms in town to see next year’s models.
There was a Black neighborhood in Oroville. Before the term African American was thought up, people of African descent were