History / Inspiration
There are hundreds of these signs dotted around the Oakland city limits, and every single one is different. Some have holes, others are plastered with stickers, and almost all of them display different population counts. But to those of us crossing the border, it doesn’t matter — none of those numbers tell the true story of our sunny 78 square miles, perched four stories above the ocean.
Oakland charm is infectious, and its reach knows no boundaries. Over the years, it’s spread in every direction: On the open road with Sonny Barger and his Hell’s Angels. On railways with the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters. Through the airwaves, with the East Bay’s signature sound. In the headlines, with news of the next social revolution. Our city is has its geographic limits, but its spirit can’t be contained.