The night after Eureka High School let out for the summer of 1939,1 went to Camp Bauer to dance until 2 a.m. to Jimmie Fasullo’s orchestra. The next morning at daybreak, my brother Jim woke me up and asked if I would like to walk to Mattole with him and our cousins Earl and Waldo Gossard. I was only half awake and said, “Sure.” Earl and Waldo’s dad, Ralph Gossard, Eureka’s jovial parcel post delivery man for many years, picked us up and drove the four of us to the Mt. Pierce geodetic monument above Rio Dell.

From Monument Ridge we took off on foot for Upper Mattole. The distance would be about 10 miles by air, but it’s more like 25 along the steep, meandering old mail trail down into the head of Bear River, then up over Rainbow Ridge, down Little Rainbow and across the hogback between the headwaters of the Upper and Lower North Forks of the Mattole, up over Van Choick (pronounced Vanscort) Ridge, around the east end of Everts Ridge above Pritchard (pronounced Pritchett) Creek, and finally down Mail Ridge to the Ida and Ernest Roscoe Ranch on Granny Creek.

We stopped to catch and release a few trout as we crossed the head of Bear River about 9 a.m. and ate our brown-bag lunches before starting the climb up the steep back side of Rainbow Ridge. By noon we regretted our premature consumption of the lunches. We were quite hungry by the time we reached “Vanscort” in the early afternoon and stopped by the cabin of Lloyd Brubaker. Brubaker was an old hermit my father had told us about before we left our house that morning. Dad said Brubaker was harmless but warned that he liked to talk to strangers and would probably invite us to stay for dinner and that we should decline.

As we walked up to the cabin we noticed part of a deer carcass hanging from the limb of a pepperwood tree. It appeared to be solid black from a distance, but as we approached we could see that it was only covered with blow flies. Dad’s prediction proved correct.

After we introduced ourselves, Brubaker said, “You boys must be hungry. Let me fry you some pancakes and buck steaks. I’m out of bear grease, but I have plenty of coon fat.”

We assured him we had just eaten our lunches and weren’t hungry.

Brubaker seemed disappointed but offered an alternative we could readily accept. “Well, you boys surely could eat some fresh strawberries for dessert. They’re just coming on strong. You’ll have to pick them yourselves, but you can eat all you want.”

For the next hour we ate strawberries from the patch of vines in his large garden while Brubaker regaled us with episodes from the semi-autobiographical novel he had been writing for the past 20 years on his rusty old Underwood typewriter. Its title was Why Ever So?, and at that point it consisted of more than 2,000 single-spaced pages.

It seems Brubaker had been in love with the silent and talking movie queen Ruth Chatterton prior to World War I, but she had thrown him over for some actor, and he was “pretty sure she was on dope now.” He was heart broken and had gone up to San Francisco and got a job driving a trolley car on the Market Street line.

Brubaker said he had a hot temper with a short fuse in his youth, and some ruffians who rode the line regularly got to baiting him to make him furious. Finally, he said, he’d had all he could take. The electric current that powered trolleys was controlled by a removable brass handle that was used to drive the trolley from either end. Brubaker pulled the heavy crank off its hub and dented the tormentor’s skull, possibly killing him.

Brubaker said he had fled the scene, leaving the trolley and passengers stranded, and made his way to Upper Mattole where he took to the hills and built his cabin on “Vanscort.” He never learned the outcome of the incident, but evidently the San Francisco police had made no effort to track him down. By 1939 he felt safe and frequently wrote letters to the editor of the Chronicle on the sorry state of civilization, using his own name. Some were even published.

Brubaker said he had a hot temper with a short fuse in his youth, and some ruffians who rode the line regularly got to baiting him to make him furious. Finally, he said, he’d had all he could take.

I never learned the source of Brubaker’s income, and though he lived mainly off his garden and fruit trees and wild game, he had to have some income if only to buy rifle ammunition, paper for Why Ever So? and a new typewriter ribbon every four or five years.

Following our harvesting his strawberries and proceeding on to Upper Mattole, Brubaker started coming down from his mountain more frequently than he had in the past, visiting the Roscoe Ranch, buying bacon and ham and some canned and packaged foods at the Petrolia store, and after a bit, taking the stage to Ferndale and on to Eureka to visit my parents, Stan and Martha, while I was going to college. Brubaker became a close friend of the family.

In the summer of 1942,1 enlisted in the Army Air Corps but was not called up until the end of the fall semester. I came home from Berkeley before my reporting date, and Brubaker came to Eureka to see me before I departed. He said he wanted me to help him buy a car so he could come to town whenever he wanted to.

I took him to K.B. McCarthy’s Dodge dealership between Sixth and Seventh on H Street. Brubaker liked an early 1930s Dodge coupe and surprised me by paying cash for it, including collision insurance, which the salesman was happy to provide and I thought probably a good investment, since Brubaker confided that he had driven “a Model-T a few times in the 1920s.”

Our first stop, with me driving, was the Department of Motor Vehicles office by the curve near the east end of Fourth Street. Brubaker assured the examiner he had driven a Model-T Ford and, in about five minutes, was issued a California driver’s license without a driving test. I drove out to what was then an empty field across the street from Sequoia Park and switched seats with my confident pupil.

He did surprisingly well, so I let him out of the field and onto the streets for a few blocks. No problem, so I decided to see what he would do on the steep, crooked road down to the park’s duck pond. As he approached the first sharp turn, I cautioned him to slow down, but he became confused and hit the gas instead of the brake. I reached over and turned off the ignition, grabbed the wheel, and steered us into the nearest redwood tree.

Brubaker was not dismayed in the slightest. “Quick thinking,” he said as we got out to examine the bumper and left front fender, which was bent down against the tire. I backed onto the road, we pried the fender off the tire, and within an hour of our departure, drove back to K.B. McCarthy’s for a good-natured insurance adjustment.

The following day I left for San Francisco to report for active duty, and the next I heard of my adventurous friend came in the form of the following letter, addressed to my parents, which they passed along to me at boot camp in Lincoln, Neb.

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A letter from Lloyd H. Brubaker

January of 1943;
Thursday the Seventh
Petrolia, California

Stanley Roscoe and the Threefourths of Wedded Twain,

Dear Ones, can you take a bit of originality as upper line there seems to jar the usual platitudinous reference to wedlock? Yeah; you find it easy to do so, and I’ll bet a doughnut against a breadcrumb, you’ll agree that this is an apt division of that sweetest bond. How would I know? O, ever since I was not much taller than a pretzel, long way up, and more or less. I’ve been observant; and surely was that quarter portion, once in my lifetime [evidently Brubaker had once been married and judged the female “better half of a married couple to be the “better three- fourths”].

But the gist of this letter is to relieve you of all thoughts as that I would fail to make the grades via Bull Creek Road to Petrolia. I made it, but nothing to whoop-it-out- loud, withal. And for interesting recital of adventure, here you have the entire writing of a thrilling ride.

Fine enough, I left Eureka after Stanley kindly drove the car through Eureka. Had not a least trouble anywhere on the way, until the foot brake went soft on me at the Bull Creek store. And there I noticed also a tire not as plump as it were to be if fully inflated. Even so, I believed I could make the ride with using low, in making the way down steepest places, so going very slow. The tire I believed to be a slow-leak, so it might possibly and probably hold up until the end of the way. However, the brake was the worst trouble whenever I should meet someone, and sure enough, I met a speed-demon near a curve, and with a sudden swerve to aside so as to miss him, I shoved the same fender into a road-bank, so kinking it some.

Then I prowled onward until away up near the top of the mountain, and hearing a sort of a queer grinding, I stopped, got out and found a tire too flat for moving any further toward Honeydew. Hell’s vicious populace!!! And it had not gone more than 60 miles from McCarthy ‘s careful collaborators!!! I had a spare ? 0, joy be unto that handy preparedness. I opened to see its beautiful plumpness, and LO; it was as lean as a bursted golf-ball.

Hell-en-a high cussedness!!!!! That quickly became greater than THAT. I had not a pump, nor a wrench, but it were an easy matter to get the latter from anyone passing; the pump a more probable no-have-‘em. Anyhow, I awaited all chances of some kind of fate to intercede wonderfully well. And this while, Charles Clark came from Petrolia, but no pump, no jack, no wrench; the jack immaterial because it is easy to run a car up on rocks or something, chuck it up, and dooky OK. Well, Charley grieved with me until another man came to drive him on his way; this fellow also as naked of tools as newly born kitten. But he, and another man with him, helped me with triple grief for a while. And after all condolences had again become exhausted they rode away, and I remained there the night.

I was pleased with the delicious soup that I’d eaten at your house, and was leastly peeved because I’d refused the larger bowl. But I had an excellent time there with listening to the radio, and running races with myself when three o’clock was hovering around the place so extremely chilliness causing activity. Time shall not wait for anyone’s grief, thusly moming came at last, and I had, I believe, solved the problem of that funnel with an indicator that should tell FULL CAN, or other opaque container.

And after the beautiful sun slid out from behind Earth, the mail-carrier, Carl Briceland came along. With using his jack, we hoisted the wheel in easy manner, unbolted it, and I went with him to Weeot [Weott], and all became well done? Not in your holy dictionary!!! I started out ahead, but a yell stopped me. A wheel looking for stumps and so rubbing severely on its tire became the rest of it. So we took it off, removed the tire from the removed wheel, and the tire from wobbly wheel, thusly creating a straight scooter.

Aye; very well done, but it was slowest meandering to get down to Honeydew on low, the great part of the ride. And all this while the emergency-brake was confusing whenever stopping. And above Upper Mattole I suddenly came to some men working on the road, and with firstly trying the blank-brake and then reaching for the emergency brake, I came near tipping over the grade-fill so as to land in the Mattole River. There the boys declared the car to be almost ready to tip over, but I could easily see exactly how to hitch on the front end so as to pull it back on the roadway. This I finally persuaded them to do, and all was well.

The rest of the ride was as tame as attending an old ladies’darning bee, so I got home in time to get my mail, and all of the trip now has become past thrills. But I am a fatalist, so nothing shall come to be, that was not my eventuality today, shall come tomorrow, and so I’ll float along through every dangerous approach until (?). However, today, and yesterday I would not perform otherwise than careful to not harm the other damn fool. No? ‘Nufsed.

So here am I tonight as sound as before this adventure, but if the car had not stopped on a solid rock, with half of the lower, as to position of the vehicle, the wheel farthest adown toward the river, lacking as leastly sliding to thereafter drop a sheer distance of about six feet, I’d have had a dandy rolling inside of the cage. But it was not to be, so I was truly as safe as though I were in God’s lap.

And while tinware of the car is leastly wrinkled in places, lean do the repair job very neatly. The wheel must have received much of a bumb [bump?], because the flat of central plate where the five bolts pass through is warped considerably. But now if I may have afoot-brake I’ll drive the cab to most anywhere, and with m.ore practice so as to overcome the heavy-foot of T-type days, all shall be well done, I think, but greatest care will enter all maneuvers.

One other grievance at McCarthy and workmen, they had not put on a fan-belt that were to turn the fan; a strip of felting had been draped around these pulleys but it was a flat piece of fiber where rightly it should have been three inches shorter and triangular for grooves. So what in technikology [sic] is the matter with that firm? Excuse me for swearing so broadly, please. Any more repairs will be done by Weeot Garage where the man perked up my wheel today for 50 cents flat. I’d have charged a one-plunker for the work of finding a small hole, patching it, and all the work of removing from wheel, and putting back with added air to fill it.

Tell Mr. H. [Harold “Wog” Horion, Martha Roscoe’s brother-in-law who played jazz piano by ear] that those songs [lyrics written by Brubaker] have never yet been sung, so, if it pleases him to allow me to better understand these melodies [accompaniments written by Horton], I’ll listen to the rendering of them while later on I may be in Eureka. Heck’s lead-chain! I almost now threaten to do them at that time if he will play the piano to drown my vocalization so offered.

I’m rather weary, so here’s a halt for this spill of words on the whiteness ofh writing paper. As with suggestions of all deario, cheerio, but no beerio.

Ever Sincerely Yours Truly,

LIFE

A Thirst no lapsing time may fully sate;
All quaff of daily-brews inadequate.
Nor Truths of Nectar in a breathing while.
More clearly known with flowing of Love’s Smile
Falls waning Thrill alike reverse of dawn;
Here wonder, fear, perhaps, then lastly gone.
No longer, here, with struggling through lives’ tears;Nay; sleeping there throughout eternal years.

Lloyd H. Brubaker.

POSTSCRIPT:

For years thereafter, the Dodge coupe rested on four chopping blocks in the yard beside the Petrolia post office, with all four wheels removed.

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The story above was originally printed in the Summer 1994 issue of the Humboldt Historian, a journal of the Humboldt County Historical Society. It is reprinted here with permission. The Humboldt County Historical Society is a nonprofit organization devoted to archiving, preserving and sharing Humboldt County’s rich history. You can become a member and receive a year’s worth of new issues of The Humboldt Historian at this link.

Nicholas Edward Davidson was born in Escondido, California on January 10, 1989. The family soon moved north, behind the splendor of the Redwood Curtain, to Arcata, where Nicholas’s boundless curiosity and love for history set him apart from an early age. Nicholas was always proud to have grown up in small, historical Humboldt County surrounded by dairy farms, ocean landscaping, and the Redwood Forest. As a boy, he proudly wore old military uniforms to school — not for attention, but out of a deep fascination with the past and a connection to those who came before him. That passion shaped not only the life he lived, but also the legacy he leaves behind.

Nicholas answered the call to serve his country and became a proud U.S. Army soldier. Over nearly 17 years in uniform, he completed multiple tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, forging bonds that would last a lifetime and giving more of himself than most could ever imagine. He fought with extraordinary courage in battles that pushed him to his limits — one of which was later depicted in the film The Outpost, a stark reminder of the sacrifices he and his brothers-in-arms made. Though he carried unseen wounds alongside his medals, his devotion to his family, his friends, and his country never faltered.

Of all his roles, “Dad” was the one Nicholas treasured most. His four children — Natalia, Jeremiah, Isaiah, and Ezekiel — were his greatest pride and joy. He read with them, traveled with them, shared music with them, and filled their lives with laughter. To them, he wasn’t just their father- he was also a playful spirit whose humor brightened every room. Although his military service often presented barriers to being alongside his children, Nicholas always tried to make up for lost time by adventuring with them. Any activity imaginable was theirs for the taking — whether I was going to endless museums, getting lost beneath the Redwood canopy, visiting Sequoia Park Zoo, or hunting for sea creatures in the tide pools.

Nicholas was also a devoted uncle, a role he cherished. He delighted in cheering on his nieces and nephew, guiding them as a mentor and role model. He pushed both his children and his nieces and nephew to chase their dreams and strive to be their best selves. His influence will live on in their lives as they carry forward the lessons of perseverance, strength, and kindness he instilled in them.

His Catholic faith became an anchor in his adult life, offering comfort and direction when the world felt heavy. Nicholas clung tightly to his strong moral compass, striving to always do the right thing. He also took great pride in his Scottish heritage, often tracing his family tree and sharing with his children the importance of their roots. That lineage- grounded in strength and resilience — mirrored the way Nicholas lived: with dignity, loyalty, and honor.

Quietly steadfast, Nicholas came from humble beginnings and overcame more obstacles than most ever knew. Yet he lived with generosity, always willing to help others without hesitation. He believed deeply in the philosophy of community and lived with the conviction that people are stronger together. He embodied that belief by welcoming others with open arms and by creating spaces where everyone felt they belonged. Whether with family, friends, fellow veterans, or neighbors, Nicholas showed that community isn’t just where you live — it’s how you love and stand by one another.

For Nicholas, family extended beyond blood; he built a chosen family as well, embracing friends as brothers and sisters, loving them fiercely, and standing by them with steadfast loyalty. Those who knew Nicholas will remember his laugh, his kindness, his resilience, and the way he made everyone feel welcome. His story is one of love, sacrifice, and perseverance — one that will live on in the hearts of all who were fortunate enough to share life with him.

In honor of Nicholas’s life, and in reflection of the two roles he cherished most- that of soldier and father — the family asks that anyone wishing to honor his legacy consider donating to a charity of their choice that supports either children or veterans. Supporting the future of young people and caring for those who served was close to Nicholas’s heart, and giving in this way continues the work he valued most.

Nicholas’s ashes will be scattered in Humboldt County and a small candlelight memorial will be held at Tepona Point in Westhaven on Friday October 3, 2025 at 6:15 p.m.

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The long-awaited McKinleyville Town Center Ordinance cleared yet another hurdle Thursday night, securing unanimous approval from the Humboldt County Planning Commission. The ambitious rezoning plan will head to the Board of Supervisors for final review in mid-October.

The ordinance aims to rezone a 134-acre swath of land in the heart of town to make way for the McKinleyville Town Center Project — a mixed-use development that would allow more than 2,600 housing units and 900,000 square feet of retail and office space, along with pedestrian- and cyclist-focused infrastructure and other outdoor amenities. The vision for the project was first conceived in the mid-1960s as a way to create a viable town center and foster community development.

Speaking during last night’s meeting, Humboldt County Planning and Building Director John Ford acknowledged the public’s concern about the four-story building height limit and the number of housing units slated for the site. “The EIR [environmental impact report] may have evaluated that number of units, but that’s not the number of units that are guaranteed in the zone,” he said. “The development ability is dictated by the form-based code contained within the ordinance itself.”

The two-and-a-half-hour discussion largely focused on the proposed “road diet” for Central Avenue, which would reduce traffic on the thoroughfare from five to three lanes to improve pedestrian safety. Commissioner Peggy O’Neill, a resident of McKinleyville, asked if staff would be willing to amend the ordinance to require a thorough transportation study before moving ahead with any changes. 

“I’d like to see a study — and I realize there is no money to do any of this right now — at the time or prior to making changes,” she said. “[Staff] could even do a test period where they shut down lanes [to] see what the impacts are going to be. … When I drive down that road, I try to envision [the changes and] sometimes it seems like three lanes is going to be sufficient, but other times, when people are going to school or going to work in the morning, it’s pretty crowded and that’s without the additional units.”

Ford said he was all for additional traffic analysis, but emphasized that the ordinance and the McKinleyville Town Center Project are focused on defining a communal area in the unincorporated city.

“It’s unusual to have a five-lane arterial ripping through an area that you want to be your area of coming together of the community joining,” Ford said. “The idea there is modifying Central also establishes a sense of place. It’s not a road to get from point A to point B; it becomes more of a destination. I think those are important considerations. Yes, safety is an absolute consideration, and the engineers who would work on the road diet — no matter what it looks like — are going to take safety into account. This is not something that will be done haphazardly.”

Several residents spoke about current traffic issues on Central Ave. during public comment. McKinleyville resident and former state assemblymember Wesley Chesbro shared a harrowing story in which two teenagers were almost hit by a speeding vehicle while crossing the street at a crosswalk.

Chesbro| Screenshot

“It was truly terrifying,” Chesbro said. “There’s no reason why the main street through McKinleyville has to be as wide as South Broadway carrying 101’s traffic through south Eureka, and that’s what we have. Think about it: The five lanes that you drive on South Broadway to carry that heavy traffic is the same width through the community of McKinleyville.”

The vast majority of commenters spoke in favor of the ordinance, with many thanking the McKinleyville Municipal Advisory Committee (MMAC) for its work in refining the document. 

“To me, the whole thing’s really heroic,” said Peter Pennekamp, a board member of the Anne S. Pierson Foundation, which owns most of the 134-acre town center site. “No one’s ever going to be happy about all the details, but what started out with the bureaucracy … has now grown into this thing that everyone’s involved with. … This ordinance is the product of many years of public input and careful deliberation, and it reflects the community’s vision for a town center that balances housing, services, open space, and ecological stewardship.”

Patrick Kaspari, general manager of the McKinleyville Community Services District, also expressed his gratitude to county staff and the MMAC, noting that the ordinance crafting process was “the most focused and extensive public process that I’ve ever been part of in my 45 years of working in the public sector.”

However, the few residents who spoke against the ordinance said they were disappointed in the lack of public process.

After a two-and-a-half-hour discussion on traffic and various other aspects of the ordinance, the commission ultimately agreed that the county should pursue additional analysis before finalizing plans for Central Ave. 

O’Neill made a motion to approve staff’s recommendation to certify the Environmental Impact Report (EIR) for the project, adopt a Mitigation Monitoring and Reporting Program (MMRP) and approve “all required findings of approval” for a zoning ordinance amendment that would change the town center zoning designation to mixed use with a qualified combining zone (Q-Zone) overlay. 

The motion was seconded by Commissioner Jerome Qiriazi and passed in a unanimous 5-0 vote, with at-large commissioners Sarah West and Lorna McFarlane absent.

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• SHERIFF’S OFFICE: Today’s Shooting at Bear River Was Witnessed by Several and Captured on Body Cam Footage; Investigation Underway
• UPDATE: SHERIFF PRESS CONFERENCE) Officer-Involved Shooting Near the Bear River Recreation Center
• Sheriff’s Office Identifies the Man Who Was Fatally Shot By a Deputy at Bear River Recreation Center
• Sheriff’s Office Releases Name of Law Enforcement Officer in Bear River Shooting

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Press release from the Humboldt County Sheriff’s Office:

On June 5, 2025, a deputy involved shooting occurred in the Loleta area. When we have a critical incident, we want to release as much information as possible as soon as the investigation allows. Today we are able to share with our community a critical incident video which includes an overview of the June 5th incident and corresponding video. 

The below linked video contains graphic images and explicit language that may be disturbing to some viewers. This video is not suitable for children. Viewer discretion advised.

Watch the video: Critical Incident Video | June 5, 2025

Review HCSO Policies: HCSO Policies

UPDATE, 4:43 p.m.:

Press release from the Eureka Police Department:

During the morning hours of September 19, 2025, the Eureka Police Department was notified of multiple tagging incidents on several buildings that occurred overnight. Officers determined the graffiti to be consistent across all locations.

At one location, the words “This was never their land to extract from” were written beneath the drawings. At another, the phrase “The death of greed” was found. The images appear to depict a figure hanging from a rope while holding a flower.

This case is being investigated as felony vandalism. While the images are disturbing and have no place in our community, investigators have not determined a clear motive. The graffiti does not appear to specifically target any particular group or race. Regardless of intent, the depiction of violence has no place in our community, and EPD is committed to ensuring that Eureka remains a safe and welcoming city for all.

This remains an active investigation, and EPD is asking for the public’s assistance. Anyone with information is urged to contact the Eureka Police Department’s Criminal Investigations Unit at 707- 441-4300.

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The Eureka Police Department is looking to identify the person responsible for a repeated image that was tagged on quite a few buildings over the past 24 hours or so. 

The all-black paintings, some of which were applied atop existing murals, depict a figure hanging from a rope, head askew, with a flower at the end of one arm. Each suspended figure appears to be wearing a tuxedo or business suit but has no discernible hands or feet. Some of the images have been signed with the tag “KUUM” while others are accompanied by words regarding “THE DEATH OF GREED” and resource extraction.

[UPDATE: Another message, which has since been covered up, read “DON’T BE THE NEXT … .”]

EPD spokesperson Laura Montagna tells the Outpost that officers are investigating, and she believes the suspect was captured on security camera footage, though the department had not yet obtained it, to her knowledge. 

Lt. Luke Scown with the Arcata Police Department said that agency received at least two reports saying the hanged man image had been painted on the back side of the Allen Building, home to Barnes’ Pharmacy. APD has no suspects at this time, Scown said. 

There’s some discussion about this graffiti taking place over on the Humboldt subreddit, where a number of users agree that the image may be a political statement on the 21-year-old Black man who was recently found hanging from a tree on a university college campus in Mississippi. A county coroner ruled the death a suicide, but the man’s family is skeptical of that conclusion. They’re conducting their own investigation and plan to seek an independent autopsy. 

Is that what the image means? Who knows? A Facebook user who messaged the Outpost interpreted it as a “terrorist threat.” A woman who called in suggested that it represents a threat against the local business community and expressed fear for the safety of her family. [Clarification: She wrote to us on Facebook to specify that she’s “concerned that the local businesses of people of color are being targeted.”]

Meanwhile, many of the images have already been painted over.

While online opinions regarding the merits and intent of the hanged man art vary, the two local police departments were unanimous in considering them a crime.

Eureka real estate update! The long-vacant building at the northwest corner of Fifth and G streets is set to become a hub for local artsiness. The Ink People Center of the Arts made public today news that they have purchased the space, which has historically housed Meyer Bistrins clothing store, nightlife venues Club West, Indigo, Aunty Mo’s, the short-lived Eureka Alibi and most recently Roses’ Billiards. 

To celebrate the acquisition, Ink People staff held an open house gathering in their new digs. LoCO attended and snapped some photos, which you can find at the bottom of this post.

For more on the Ink People’s plans for the space, peruse their press release below:

After 46 years of stewarding arts and culture, The Ink People Center for Art and Culture has purchased 535 5th Street in downtown Eureka, converting a long-vacant structure into the organization’s first permanent home in its more than four decades of service to the North Coast. The acquisition positions The Ink People to expand programs, strengthen the creative economy, and support the flourishing of arts and culture across Humboldt County and the wider region.

“A permanent home for the Ink People means stability for artists and youth, space for cultural exchange, and year-round access to creative resources for the North Coast,” said Leslie Castellano, executive director of The Ink People. “Turning an underutilized and vacant building into a place for connection and possibility will support community flourishing and revitalization efforts throughout the region.”

“I am very proud of the ways the Ink People has grown since I have retired,” said Libby Maynard, co-founder and retired executive director of The Ink People. “This is a huge milestone for the organization and for the community.”

Located in the heart of the Eureka Cultural Arts District, 535 5th Street will be redeveloped into a flexible, community-serving facility. Plans include gallery and exhibition space; classrooms and convening areas for youth and adult learning; and a small performance and gathering venue. The organization will also consolidate administrative offices, increasing efficiency and public access.

The new site will expand the capacity of several core Ink People initiatives:

• DreamMaker Program: fiscal sponsorship and professional support for grassroots arts and culture projects serving neighborhoods across the North Coast.
• MARZ Project: a hands-on digital media and creative technology program where teens learn audio, video, design, and storytelling skills that translate to college and careers.
• Community Exhibitions & Events: rotating shows, public art activations, and cultural programming that reflect and celebrate the diversity of Eureka and neighboring communities.

By activating a long-underutilized property, the project advances local economic development goals. The center will attract residents and visitors to downtown, create contract and part-time opportunities for artists and creative workers, and provide a platform for small creative businesses to sell work, teach classes, and host events. The organization will work with local contractors, fabricators, and suppliers throughout renovation and build-out.

“This is an investment in people and place,” Castellano added. “A permanent cultural center supports jobs, draws cultural tourism, and keeps creative talent rooted here. Most importantly, it offers a welcoming, intergenerational space for learning, healing, and belonging.”

To ensure a successful transition, The Ink People is launching a capital campaign inviting individuals, businesses, and public partners to invest in the build-out and revitalization of the site. The campaign will include naming opportunities, sponsorships, and in-kind support to make the new home as beautiful, accessible, and vibrant as the North Coast communities it serves.

Renovation planning and community engagement will begin immediately, with phased opening of public-facing spaces to follow. The Ink People will announce opportunities for volunteers, partners, and donors to participate in the transformation of the site in the coming months.

Press release from the Eureka Police Department:

At approximately 6:44 p.m. [on Sept. 15], Eureka Police Department patrol officers responded to a report of a reckless driver traveling at speeds exceeding 100 miles per hour within the US Highway 101/South safety corridor.

During the incident, the passenger—who also owned the vehicle—requested the driver to pull over and let them exit due to the dangerous driving behavior. The driver refused, effectively detaining the passenger against their will while continuing to drive recklessly. When the vehicle eventually stopped near 4th and R Streets, the passenger was able to exit. The driver then fled the scene in the victim’s vehicle.

Officers located the suspect a short time later near the 3300 block of Broadway and conducted a traffic enforcement stop. The driver, identified as 35-year-old Abdul-Rahman Ahmed Omar of Ann Arbor, Michigan, was ultimately taken into custody for kidnapping, false imprisonment, and possession of a stolen vehicle.

Within the vehicle, officers recovered a pistol loaded with a high-capacity magazine.

Omar was transported and booked into the Humboldt County Correctional Facility for multiple felony charges.

To protect the integrity of this ongoing investigation, further details are not currently being released.

Anyone with information related to this incident is encouraged to contact the Eureka Police Department’s Criminal Investigations Unit (CIU) at 707-441-4300.