We moved here in March 1977, and for the first 24 years we lived here, I worked at a hospital in San Bernardino. One day in the early 80s or so, I had to work a shift that started at noon, so this must have been late morning, on a Saturday, but when I got to the 2/138 intersection, there was a CHP officer blocking the uphill lane. It was already crowded up here, and only residents were allowed to come up. I had my window rolled down so I could speak to the officer, and several in the crowd that was jammed there, wanting to come up, asked me jokingly, with smiles on their faces, to let them borrow my ID. I have no idea what their criteria were for doing that, but it would be great if they could reinstate it. After 40 or so years I don't remember every detail, but it was pretty cool.
