Yolo County Superior Court Judge and Davis Odd Fellows President / Director David Reed. Subsequent to allegation made by Yolo County-based Rabbi that David Rosenberg, Lea Rosenberg, and David Reed may have misused Davis Odd Fellows (and related charities) to launder money in order to bribe Barbara Sommer of Progress Ranch on behalf of Cache Creek Casino, in pleadings dated June 21, 2013 David Reed falsely declared under penalty of perjury that “DAVIS ODD FELLOWS HAVE NEVER MADE CONTRIBUTIONS OR PARTICIPATED IN FUND-RAISING FOR PROGRESS RANCH“. (image: courtesy photo)
On December 29, 2010, The Davis Enterprise reported:
“The Davis Odd Fellows Lodge has announced it is contributing $6,500 to eight local charities and community groups as beneficiaries from the annual Breakfast with Santa held December 11, 2010
“In addition to providing a fun experience with Santa for 360 children and families, we are pleased to be able to help others during this holiday season,” said Lea Rosenberg, an Odd Fellow who co-chaired the breakfast.
Recipients of the donations are: $1,500 to Progress Ranch, which provides a home to foster children.
“Because of donations of food and other items for the breakfast, as well as financial donations from sponsors, the Odd Fellows are able to keep the cost of Breakfast with Santa at a really low level, and also have funds remaining to benefit these important community groups,” said Dave Reed, noble grand of the Davis Odd Fellows Lodge. “ (emphasis added)
Barbara Sommer (who currently serves as the president of Progress Ranch; President of California Grand Jurors’ Association – Yolo County Chapter) is being looked into for indications of whether she may have been the recipient of questionable gifts during a time period when she served concurrently as Treasurer of Progress Ranch and Foreperson of Yolo County’s Grand Jury in order to influence the outcome of various legal proceedings, and especially a Grand Jury investigation of Cache Creek Casino located in Yolo County. (image: courtesy photo)
PROGRESS RANCH SAYS THANKS ALSO IN 2011
On November 9, 2011 The Davis Enterprise published the following:
“The event is presented by the Davis Odd Fellows Lodge and Davis Rebekah Lodge, with food donations from the Davis Food Co-op, Woodstock’s Pizza, Kona Coast Food Products and Puroast Low Acid Coffee.
“The 175 members of the Davis Odd Fellows Lodge look forward to Breakfast with Santa every year because it brings so much joy and pleasure to the children and families who participate,” said Dave Reed, Noble Grand of the lodge.
Proceeds from the event will support emancipated foster youths as they transition to adulthood and Progress Ranch, a group home for foster boys in Davis.”
Separately, on March 9, 2012 The Davis Enterprise reported the following:
“I received an email from Lea Rosenberg of the Davis Odd Fellows saying that we were going to be the recipients of their “Breakfast with Santa” fundraiser during the 2011 holiday season. When I arrived at the Odd Fellows Hall on Feb. 22, Lea graciously provided an introduction of Progress Ranch to the membership, and a check was presented to me.
The board and staff of Progress Ranch applaud the Odd Fellows and the Davis community for collaborating and partnering with our agency since its inception and in the successful fundraiser, the 2011 holiday appeal letter.” (emphasis added)
Sonya Molodetskaya—Russian refugee, aspiring boutique owner, mostly absentee immigrant rights commissioner, and decade-long lady friend of ex-mayor Willie Brown—has a zebra pelt on her living room floor. She ordered it on eBay for $1,500; she thinks it came from Zimbabwe. In her closet hang enough chinchilla, sable, and silver fox coats to inspire a PETA protest. The collection includes the tan mink parka that she was wearing when she stepped off the plane at SFO at age 24, back in 1996, after her parents forced her to leave her social life (and boyfriend) in Moscow and reinvent herself as a Russian Jewish émigré in the Outer Sunset.
But hers is no typical immigrant tale, as evidenced by the tower of orange Hermès boxes in the closet, the shelves of stilettos, the 2011 Jaguar convertible in the garage across the street, and the giant black-and-white painting on the living room wall: Molodetskaya wearing a lacy bra and—what else?—a fur, mob-wife style. Across the room is a baby grand piano. She learned to play after her father greased the palm of a Muscovite schoolmaster, but she’s reneging on her promise to serenade me: She has an earache that kept her cooped up at home yesterday, as well as a gash on her hand incurred while slicing Spanish chorizo for a snack.
We’re sitting on Molodetskaya’s couch on a Tuesday afternoon, her earache beginning to subside thanks to a liberal infusion of red wine—each of us is on our second glass. “I can’t live this life sober,” she says in a rich accent that rolls out like a blend of Moscow and Queens. She’s joking—sort of. Having spent several afternoons and evenings in her company, I have learned her terms: There is no interview with Sonya unless you drink with Sonya. She calls this Russian hospitality, and I’ve been subject to it at the Four Seasons Hotel, at a Marina hair salon before a symphony gala, and at Jardinière after a marathon Immigrant Rights Commission meeting—from which she stepped out and asked me, “Where’s the drink?”
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