Mendocino County Today: Monday, July 3, 2017

by AVA News Service, July 2, 2017

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FEMALE FIRSTS

by Malcolm Macdonald

Women got short shrift in 19th century reporting. If married, a woman was almost always referred to in print by her husband's first and last name, with Mrs. in front of that. You could give birth on New Year's Day and the local paper would only note, “In Mendocino, January 1st, 1879, to the wife of A. Carlson, a daughter.”

A woman's first name in print was a designation reserved for the truly noteworthy in the 1800s. An earlier piece in the AVA (June 14) described some of the career of Clara Shortridge Foltz, the first woman to pass the California bar and practice law in the state. Her 'Shortridge' maiden name was seldom published, though her husband, Jeremiah Foltz, had run off and left Clara with five children to raise well before her days as an attorney. For a full length detailing of Clara Shortridge Foltz readers should turn to Barbara A. Babcock's Woman Lawyer: The Trials of Clara Foltz. (Hopefully you'll request it from your local independent bookseller instead of resorting to a quick fix like Amazon.)

Ms. Babcock proves a woman of distinction herself. Raised in Hope, Arkansas and Hyattsville, Maryland, Barbara A. Babcock (don't mistake her for the film and television actress of a similar name, best known for a recurring role on Hill Street Blues) is a graduate of Yale Law School. After serving as the first director of the Public Defender Service for the District of Columbia, in 1972, she became the first woman appointed to the regular faculty at Stanford University. She also taught the first “Women and the Law” courses at Yale and Georgetown. She is married to Thomas C. Grey a Professor of Law, Emeritus at Stanford, but has retained the Babcock surname with which she entered the world.

In the 1800s, a woman's name was more likely to pop up in newspaper print in a story like this describing circumstances in San Francisco, “The members of the Madame Rentz's Female Minstrel Troupe, performing at the Standard Theatre, together with the Proprietor and Manager, were formally arrested one night last week by a police officer on a warrant charging them with a misdemeanor. They were held to bail; after which the performance was proceeded with. This is the troupe whose performances are regarded so obscene by some of the papers that they will not advertise them.”

The article appeared as part of the “San Francisco Notes” column on page four of the March 22, 1879 edition of the Mendocino Beacon. Madame Rentz's Female Minstrel Troupe was something of a bridge between minstrelsy and burlesque. Though the troupe did dance, the main objective was a display of what was then considered scantily clad bodies and tights. A stage hand described one of the San Francisco performances this way, “We had advertised that we were going to put on the can-can. Mabel Santley did this number and when the music came to the dum-de-dum, she raised her foot just about twelve inches; whereupon the entire audience hollored [sic] 'Whooooo!' It set them crazy.”

Madame Rentz's minstrel troupe, though composed of an all female cast, clung to the pre-Civil War male minstrelsy tradition of white acts performing in black face. Apparently audiences weren't looking that high up. By the time Madame Rentz's troupe made it across the continent to San Francisco nearly a dozen other “girlie” dance shows sprung up to tour the country.

As readers may have guessed, the creator of Madame Rentz's Female Minstrel Troupe was not a woman, but Michael B. Leavitt, a one time black-faced singer. The name was purloined from a European traveling show called Rentz's Circus. Leavitt also stole or borrowed from European entertainers the idea of using lithographic posters for advertising instead of simple block printing.

While producing more legitimate performances, such as then widely followed magicians Herrmann the Great and Harry Kellar (both deserving of full pages of their own), Leavitt productions have earned him an historical footnote as the “father” of burlesque in America.

(The show goes on at the author's website: malcolmmacdonaloutlawford.com.)

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MENDOCINO COUNTY'S TOUGHEST LOG TRUCK DRIVER

On Monday, Aug. 19, 2002 a fully-loaded Roach Logging truck driven by Albert Dompeling went off the Albion River Bridge landing nose down wedged into the river bank 125 feet below. Dompeling has been in the Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital trauma center since the accident, but family members say his condition is slowly improving.

Beginning this week, information on the condition of Dompeling, and all other patients, is no longer available due to implementation of a federal act, enacted in 1996, protecting patient rights and privacy. The act covers any information that could identify a patient, even their room number. The government has established heavy fines for infractions of the act. Hospitals must have a written statement from the patient or close family member in order to give out patient information.

The California Highway Patrol has completed its accident report concluding that Neil Wood, driving a 1977 Toyota Celica, was at fault having crossed the center line on the bridge and hit the truck.

CHP Officer Rusty Smith said the results of Wood's blood test are not in, but it is suspected that the accident was alcohol related. Wood is also a patient at Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital.

Smith said he especially wants to thank the people of Albion. He said there were many heroes that day, people who put out a fire that erupted in the truck, those who cleared brush for firefighters and skippers who ferried people across the river to rescue Dompeling.

A trust fund has been established for Dompeling at Washington Mutual Bank, account # 4906006980, 120 E. Alder St., Fort Bragg, CA 95437.

Besides damage to the railing of the bridge, some structural damage was sustained. Caltrans has done two assessments. They have repaired the damage to the railing and replaced a couple of minor cross bracings under the bridge that were damaged in the truck's fall. After a brief closure and one-way traffic only, Caltrans opened the bridge to two-way traffic, deeming it to be structurally sound.

The Albion River Bridge is the last wooden trestle bridge remaining on the coast. It was completed in 1944 by the Army Corps of Engineers.

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AVA, Sep 18, 2002.

THOSE PERPLEXED tourists we saw huddled over road maps in Boonville and Philo Monday morning were auslanders trying to figure out a route to the Mendocino Coast because Highway One was closed following an horrific accident on the Albion Bridge earlier that morning. At exactly 10:30am a double-trailer log truck, its driver frantically braking to avoid the Toyota Celica that had unaccountably appeared in the truck's lane near mid-span, struck the Celica then plunged over the side, falling 150 feet before landing on its roof on the river's southeast bank only a few feet from the water

 

THE NORTHBOUND Celica, driven by Neil Wood, 53, of Fort Bragg, was struck by the oncoming log truck and upended in the middle of the two-lane bridge, the last wood bridge in the state in use on a state-maintained highway. With Wood pinned inside the wreckage of his Celica on top of the bridge, Albert Dompeling, 51, also of Fort Bragg, rode his now airborne log truck to the Albion River below, his eerily slow-motion fall witnessed by a horrified number of motorists, campers and fishermen at Albion Flat, and several residents of nearby homes on both sides of the river whose attentions had been drawn to the bridge by the ominous sound of screaming brakes.

MR. DOMPELING, the driver of the log truck, was apparently conscious throughout his terrifying fall and was talking to the rescuers who immediately sped across the river by boat from the campgrounds on the Mendocino side of the river to offer him whatever help they could.

BUT Dompeling was pinned in the wreckage of his cab amidst a pick-up stick array of scattered logs he'd been carrying north to the Gibney Lane mill in Fort Bragg. A jaws-of-life apparatus from the Mendocino Fire Department soon appeared on the north bank of the Albion. It was ferried across the river by boat where it was put to work to free Dompeling, alert and talking to his rescuers, from what might well have been his death chamber. The trucker, fortunate to have survived the fall had, however, suffered major injuries. He was first taken to Coast Hospital before being airlifted to Memorial Hospital, Santa Rosa, where he remains in serious condition in the hospital's trauma ward.

MR. WOOD, the apparent cause of the accident, also had to be cut from the wreckage of his crushed, upturned Toyota, and also sustained major injuries. He remains at Coast Hospital. Both men are expected to recover.

CALTRANS FEARED that the bridge's south wooden support had been struck by the log truck as it fell, perhaps thus imperiling the bridge's structural integrity. As a small army of Caltrans personnel, emergency services workers and policemen swarmed the closed bridge, through traffic was turned around and routed through Comptche the rest of the day. One-way traffic shepherded by a Caltrans pilot car resumed Monday evening. Inspections of the old bridge are ongoing. It has not been announced when two-way traffic is likely to resume.

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PS. Mr. Dompeling is now 66, retired, and living in Harriman, Utah.

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CHIPMUNK OR GROUND SQUIRREL?

(Photo by Ben Anderson)

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ANDERSON VALLEY UNIFIED BUDGET, 1946-1947

County Board of Education

James L. Snell, President, Fort Bragg

John W. Taylor, Secretary, Ukiah

Roy Good, Willits

Owen A. Cruce, Point Arena

Wildia Richmond, Boonville

Anderson Valley Union High School Board of Trustees

Wayne Lowery, Chairman, Yorkville

Lenora Ray, Clerk, Philo

Ernest Pardini, Boonville

Alex B. Willis, Boonville

Cash balance $8,658.14

Less current liabilities including payment due on bus, $2,403.27

Total available balance $6,254.87

State apportionment $10,014.35

Transferred from other districts, payment by elementary district for music and transportation $500

Total estimated current receipts and balances:

Eestimated amount to be raised by special tax, $9,937.62

Total receipts and assets, $26,706.84

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Proposed expenditures and appropriations for the school year of 1946-1947

Operation and maintenance of administration: $150

Other expenses of instruction including textbooks, supplies etc. $2,000

Salaries of teacher and principal $13,700

Maintenance of school plant, $700

Operation of school, including janitor’s salary, fuel, supplies, utility services and other expenses $2,750

Transportation including bus driver salaries, fuel, bus repairs $3,465

Fxed charges including insurance retirement contributions etc. $610

Capital outlays including improvements in buildings, payments on new bus $300

Undistributed reserve not an expenditure but available for expenditure $2,000

Total expenditures $23,376

About 58% of the estimated expenditures are for teacher salaries. The second largest single expenditure is for transportation at almost 14%. Operation of school plant about 11%, capital outlays a little over 10%.

The assessed valuation of property in high school district is approximately $2,125,000. This is an estimated tax rate of $.46 per $100 of assessed valuation. Allowing 10% for uncollectible taxes the high school tax rate was set at $.49. Our receipts are distributed as follows: State apportionment, 28% District tax 37% Balance 26% miscellaneous 7%

(via, Norm Clow)

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SAVE SCHOONER GULCH ROAD

Editor:

I feel somewhat sympathetic to the folks on Fish Rock Road about their desire to have it repaved. But only somewhat sympathetic because of "repaved." I, and many other folks, live on Schooner Gulch Road (County Road 504). We would love to be in the situation of Fish Rock. Specifically, a paved road with potholes in it.

County Road 504 is not now, and never has been, paved. It is a busy dirt road. The traffic is not just the folks who live on it. You get to recognize your neighbors’ cars and trucks. We see vehicles that do not belong to our neighbors.

Schooner Gulch is the first county road south of Point Arena that connects Highway 1 with Ten Mile Road and the ridge. I think a lot of the GPS routed traffic through Point Arena to locations on the ridge and eastward is sent up Schooner Gulch.

It would be expensive to pave the 2.64 miles of County Road 504, but the county spends thousands and thousands of dollars every year to keep it in a more or less usable form. Perhaps it would be economical to pave it and save some of that annual expense? Does the County even have any idea just how busy traffic can get on County Road 504?

Like I said, only somewhat sympathetic.

And this is for everyone who ever drives on our local dirt road. Especially Schooner Gulch Road! The faster you drive on a dirt road, the more you damage it. If you have a lot of "washboarding" on a dirt road (frequent rippling bumps that are at a right angle to the direction of traffic), the average speed on that road is too fast. Rapidly accelerating up a hill can be just as damaging. Please slow down! Help keep our dirt roads smoother longer.

Larry Riddle

Point Arena

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REMEMBERING BOB AVERY?

There has been some discussion of a memorial hoo-rah for Bob Avery who left the planet a couple of weeks ago in Virginia. The question is whether there is any local interest in such an event which, should it happen, would probably be in the second week of August. If you would like for such an event to occur, where we could gather and tell stories (lies) and perhaps have a drink or two, please contact me off-list, either by email or at 877-3215.

Peter Lit, peterdlit@yahoo.com

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AV HOUSING ASSOCIATION FUNDRAISER: Sunday, July 16th the Anderson Valley Lions Club is firing up the grill for a classic tri-tip barbecue to benefit the Anderson Valley Housing Association. Our hosts for this event are Ted Bennett and Deborah Cahn at the lovely Navarro Ranch, 5601 Highway 128 in Philo. On the menu are tri-tip, baked beans, coleslaw, & watermelon, plus appetizers and desert by chef Jared Titus. Tickets are $35 and include your first drink. Tickets for kids 12 and under are $10. We'll have a great afternoon (4-7pm) chatting with friends and neighbors under the oaks, listening to a little live music, and supporting affordable housing in Anderson Valley.

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HOW UKIAH COPS SPEND THEIR DAYS

(Compiled by the Ukiah Daily Journal for June 23-July 2, 2017)

WOMAN URINATING ON SIDEWALK: Caller in the 100 block of West Church Street reported at 8:23 a.m. June 23 that a woman was urinating on a sidewalk. An officer responded and reported that the woman had been drinking and she was advised to stop doing so and left upon request.

SHOPLIFTER: Caller at Safeway on South State Street reported at 12:13 p.m. June 23 that a man with a ponytail and no shirt had shoplifted. An officer responded and arrested a 48-year-old Ukiah man for theft. He was booked into Mendocino County Jail.

DOG IN VEHICLE: Caller at Safeway on South State Street reported at 3:03 p.m. June 23 that a dog was in a vehicle. An officer responded and reported that the dog was fine.

DOG IN VEHICLE: Caller at the corner of Clay and Oak streets reported at 4:33 p.m. June 23 that a dog was in a vehicle. An officer responded and reported that the dog was fine and the owner was contacted.

SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE: Caller at United Parcel Service on Cherry Street reported at 7:12 p.m. June 23 that a package appeared to be filled with drugs. An officer responded and took a report.

NEIGHBORS ARGUING OVER TRASH CANS: Caller in the 1900 block of Elm Street reported at 9 p.m. June 24 that neighbors were arguing over where to place trash cans for pickup. The matter was reportedly resolved.

BAKING SODA ON VEHICLE: Caller in the 800 block of North Oak Street reported at 7:18 a.m. Monday that soda and baking soda had been poured on a vehicle overnight.

DOG BARKING AT CAT: Caller in the 300 block of Warren Drive reported at 7:33 a.m. Monday that a dog in the area keeps getting loose and “barking at her cat through the window.” An officer checked the area but did not find the dog.

DOG IN VEHICLE: Caller in the 1200 block of North State Street reported at 2 p.m. Monday that a dog was locked in a hot car. An officer responded but the car was gone.

DOG IN VEHICLE: Caller in the 200 block of South Orchard Avenue reported at 3:07 p.m. Monday that a dog was locked in a vehicle. An officer responded and contacted the owner.

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The following were compiled from reports prepared by the Ukiah Police Department regarding calls handled by the Fort Bragg Police Department.

SKULL TEXTS: Caller at Safeway on South Main Street reported at 1:16 p.m. June 24 that she received a text message with “three skull emojis on her cell from an unknown number.”

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SHERIFF’S REPORTS

The following were compiled from reports prepared by the Mendocino County Sheriff’s Office:

DUI: Edward Henry Steckel, 54, of Hopland, was booked at county jail on June 20 on suspicion of driving under the influence. He was arrested by the California Highway Patrol.

DUI: Cody Martin, 24, of Ukiah, was booked at county jail on June 21 on suspicion of driving under the influence. He was arrested by the California Highway Patrol.

DUI: Troy Alan Morgan, 42, of Smith River, Calif., was booked at county jail on June 21 on suspicion of driving under the influence of alcohol and drugs. He was arrested by the California Highway Patrol.

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LITTLE DOG SAYS, “Lottsa perks come with fame. Thanks, Chuck!”

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CALTRANS VS. RICHARDSON GROVE (AGAIN)

Richardson Grove Update-Another Lawsuit Filed In This Endless BattleGreetings,

Like the walking dead the Caltrans project to re-align Highway 101 through Richardson Grove returns to threaten the State Park, its ancient redwoods and safety on our rural roads all for the purpose of allowing access to more Interstate-size trucks. However, thanks to our allied environmental organizations the Environmental Protection Agency (EPIC), the Center for Biological Diversity (CBD), Californians for Alternatives to Toxics (CATS) and our savvy, hardworking attorneys, a lawsuit was filed on June 23, 2017 to again challenge the unneeded and damaging project. Just to bring you up to date, here is a summary of the grim history of our battle from CBD's press release:

Caltrans first proposed the project in 2007, claiming the highway-widening is needed to accommodate large-truck travel. However, Caltrans acknowledges that Highway 101 through Richardson Grove is already designated for larger trucks and does not have significant safety problems. The agency cannot demonstrate that the project is necessary for safety or would benefit the local economy.

There has been substantial local opposition to the project, led by the Save Richardson Grove Coalition, a diverse group of community members including economists, business owners, scientists and Northern California tribes with longstanding ties to the grove. In 2012 a federal court stopped the project, citing numerous errors in Caltrans’ mapping and measurement of affected old-growth redwoods and stating that the agency had been “arbitrary and capricious” in its use of what the court called “faulty data.” In 2014 a California Court of Appeal ordered Caltrans to reevaluate the environmental impacts of the project under state law, finding that it had failed to fully assess impacts on ancient redwoods or provide measures to reduce potentially severe harm to the trees.

Caltrans re-approved the project again and now claims it made changes to better protect old-growth redwood trees, such as impacting fewer trees, less excavation, and less depth of surface pavement.

However, the “changes” to the project do not markedly differ from what the courts previously rejected as inadequate, and Caltrans has not answered the questions and concerns raised about structural damage to redwoods from cutting into their roots.

You are welcome to read the entire complaint at:

http://www.wildcalifornia.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/RichardsonGrovePetition2017.pdf [1]

The Richardson Grove project is one of a number of projects Caltrans is pursuing to open the North Coast to Interstate-size trucks. Highway 299 has already been opened. Interstate-size trucks have access from Redding to Humboldt County. Another project along Highways 197/199 from Grants Pass to Crescent City threatens Jeddiah Smith State Park and the Smith river.

In addition to threatening our ancient tress, endangered species and increasing greenhouse gases (CO2), Interstate-size trucks are the most dangerous and damaging vehicles on the road today. If you think our rural roads are in terrible shape now, just wait until these big trucks take their toll. Right now the gross weight limit is 80,000 lbs. However, in the anti-regulation climate of the Trump administration the push is on to increase the gross weight limit. See https://www.trucks.com/2017/06/30/trucking-industry-push-toward-heavier-trucks/ [2] . If you read the article toward bottom a particularly alarming statistic states that 60% of big-rig truck accidents occur on rural roads! When a big-rig and a car collide there is a 97% fatality rate for the auto occupants.

Caltrans routinely ignores these potential threats, refusing to acknowledge that there will be an increase in truck traffic. If that is the case, why are they spending millions of dollars on these coordinated projects in total disregard for the safety of area residents? While larger trucks might benefit a few businesses there has been no objective analysis in the documents to substantiate that claim or to justify the cost now approaching an estimated $30 million.

While on the subject of wanton spending on projects of unproven utility take a look at the price tag for the six-mile Willits ByPass. Investigative reporter Jennifer Olney of KGO (ABC Channel 7 in the Bay Area) has revealed it is now approaching $500 million and the project is still underway. See http://abc7news.com/traffic/hidden-freeway-costs-revealed-willits-bypass-50-percent-more-expensive/2134239/ [3].

Opposition is already ramping up once more to protest this insanity. Indigenous and environmental activists completed the "log walk" and float from Richardson Grove to the Caltrans maintenance station in Redway on Sunday June 25 where a rally was held and the log passed along to activists who will transport it to the Mattole where actions are underway to protest logging activities by Humboldt Redwoods Company. The log will them be transported further north to the Klamath to protest the Jordan Cove LGN pipeline project. The log is symbolic of the interconnected threats to our environment.

We’ll keep you posted on opportunities for public comment. If you are moved to donate please access EPIC’s website at widlcalifornia.org and earmark your donation for Richardson Grove. Many thanks! Very truly

Yours, Barbara Kennedy

bkenn202@att.net

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CATCH OF THE DAY, July 2, 2017

Azbill, Britton, Damian

BRITTON AZBILL JR., Covelo. Community supervision violation.

TALON BRITTON, Willits. DUI.

DANIEL DAMIAN, Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol.

Diaz, Dominguez, Eaton

MARISSA DIAZ, Upper Lake/Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol.

CYNTHIA DOMINGUEZ, Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol.

BILLY EATON, Ukiah. Shoplifting, probation revocation. (Frequent flyer.)

Freeman, Garramone, Lock, Lopez

JOSHUA FREEMAN, Potter Valley. Disorderly conduct-alcohol.

DAMIAN GARRAMONE, Willits. DUI.

DAVIC LOCK JR., Fort Bragg. Disorderly conduct-alcohol, probation revocation.

PHILLIP LOPEZ JR., Ukiah. Protective order violation.

Martinez, Nunez, Regalado

SHIDEEWUM MARTINEZ, Laytonville. DUI.

JOSE NUNEZ, Ukiah. DUI, suspended license, resisting, probation revocation.

MARK REGALADO, Prunedale/Ukiah. Lewd-lascivious acts upon a child under 14, Acts with child of 14-15 with perpetrator at least ten years older.

Rogers, Stafford, Tolpinsky, Vanhorn

JARED ROGERS, Willits. DUI.

DUSTIN STAFFORD, Ukiah. DUI, controlled substance.

SERGEY TOLPINSKY, Sacramento/Redwood Valley. DUI.

HOLLAND VANHORN, Willits. Grand theft, receiving stolen property, appropriation of another’s property without trying to return it, vandalism.

Villalpando, Wilhelmi, Wright

RUSSELL VILLALPANDO, Fort Bragg. Disorderly conduct-alcohol.

JUSTIN WILHELMI, Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol.

JOHANNA WRIGHT, Willits. Grand theft, appropriation of someone else’s property without trying to return it, receipt of stolen property, vandalism.

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ON LINE COMMENT OF THE DAY

I would argue that crime is actually a rational life choice in the current social environment. The rich are every bit as criminal as anyone else out there, they’ve just (wisely) bought the pols off to legalize their bullshit. We now (and have for some time) live in the professional criminal economy.

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AUDITIONS FOR HURRICANE SMITH!

Gloriana Musical Theatre

Directed by Andrew Atkinson and David Kosonen.

Where: Teen Lounge, 208 Dana St, Fort Bragg, CA

When: Saturday, July 15 - 11:00 am – 4:00 pm

Call: You will be assigned an audition time slot.

Ages 10 to adult preferred. Will make exceptions based on comedic ability/maturity/previous experience with Gloriana. This is comedy/satire show that needs to flow non stop. Auditions will consist of singing and reading from the script. Please prepare a song that shows off your vocal range.

Sign up at www.gloriana.org/audition-form

Show dates: Performances will run November 3 - 19. Friday and Saturday at 7:30 and Sundays at 3:00 (must be available for all performance dates)

Rehearsals begin late August/early September. Rehearsal schedule TBA based on the availability of cast and crew.

Interested in Tech/Stage Crew? Let us know by e-mailing info@gloriana.org. We can always use help behind the scenes.

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JOHN CESANO, of the Anderson Valley Winegrower's Association, told a podcaster that the following was typical of the libels routinely dished out by Boonville's beloved weekly newspaper. I suppose "x-rated" might be considered libelous by the literal-minded as it suggests the pinot people were also lewdly engaged as part of the festivities. Libelous? I wouldn't say so. Evidence that we routinely make stuff up? Nope. I mean really, why go to the effort of creative lit when there's so much self-satire around. Heck, all we have to do is write down what we see.

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AVA,

In your self-defense relative to the publishing my article on the 2016 AV Pinot Fest you referred to it as "opinion". Here it is and I challenge you or John Cesano in your challenge of the veracity of my coverage of the event. —David Severn

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5/26/16 — Here are a few things about the 19th annual Anderson Valley Pinot Festival that you might have missed — the Severn grumble. First off it was an X rated affair with no children allowed even when in tow by a designated driver — a conscious bow, I suppose, to the profanity or obscenity of it all. No dogs (pets) either, which is strange in that such would therefore preclude AV wine's favorite local and supportive public official from attending. Go figure.

Of the 51 listed local wine producers promised for the main event, Grand Tasting, on Saturday, 39 of them were owned by non-residents of Anderson Valley. Of the 28 Open House establishments on Sunday, 17 were out-of-the-Valley owned. Given that the resident vintners tend to be the smaller outfits it is easy to see where all the big money flows and it sure isn't into the Mendocino County economy. And other than the token bottles of wine for fundraisers where does one find these rich people and their gophers giving back to community?

It was interesting to discover that the young pot grower busted on Cameron Rd., Elk and Chardonnay Lane, Holmes Ranch, two years ago, Kelly Boss, has rebranded himself as Panthea Winery and Vineyard holding an Open House at The Boonville Hotel inviting everyone to come in and meet him and his "lovely wife Jessa."  A true entrepreneur, Boss has also taken out fictitious business names as Panthea Events, Panthea Enterprises, Panthea Gifts, Panthea Vacation Rentals, Panthea Produce, Panthea Hot Sauce, and Panthea Vinegar. Quite a guy.

Sticking with marijuana, two vintners from Sonoma County calling themselves Lioco wines and claiming to buy grapes grown in Anderson Valley were pouring a couple of "Mendocino County" wines, one named Sativa and the other named Indica. For those of you drug ignorants, Sativa and Indica are the two main strains of pot. Some Anderson Valley people have noticed a difference in attitude between people immersed in our small, local wine ambiance and the pretense of those representing estates from valleys south. This was evidenced during the Pinot Festival, most noticeably from a couple of Sonoma based lulus somehow associated with Ken Wilson, the new owner of the Greenwood Ridge brand. This pair had heads shaking, tongues wagging and a few guffaws prompted by their pretentious and arrogant demeanor. Go AV Wine!

And talking about  Ken Wilson. This guy, now so ominously situated in Anderson Valley, holds the distinction of being the only wine person in Sonoma County handed a jail sentence for environmental degradation. In fact he routinely runs afoul of the law and gets in dutch with Sonoma County officials. From a quote I found reported in the Press Democrat in response to county concerns over traffic dangers at wine parties he holds on small country roads he appears quite arrogant.  "I have a right to do anything I want and I don't have to tell you what it is." He was nailed on this one as well. No jail time but he had to cease and desist along with covering all the court costs.

The Balo, Madrones, Domaine Anderson, Goldeneye complex regularly brings us an issue similar to the one pointed to by Sonoma County against Wilson:

Big clumps of roadside parking often navigated by tipsy people both in cars and on foot. Pinot Festival Saturday found hundreds of imbibers moving back and forth across Hwy 128 while often confused drivers would stop in the middle of the Highway scratching their heads wondering where they could or should squeeze in to park. It would be nice if our government officials were to be as responsive to potential disaster as Sonoma's.

Interesting, too, is that a full week after the Pinot Festival none of the dedicated wine writers, preeminent or otherwise, have written a word about it that has made the internet. With one exception, non-resident John Cesano the Executive Director of the Anderson Valley Winegrowers Association on his personal website johnonwine wrote of the hard work and gave thanks for all the help. Given the amount of platitudes wine writers usually like to heap on Anderson Valley wines, the 19th annual AV Pinot Festival would appear to have been the non-event of the year. Go figure.

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"WE'RE A LITTLE CROWDED in here now," the old lady said. "Oh I wish you could have seen the house we had in Lowell! 12 rooms. Oh, it was a lovely house; but we had rats. Oh, those rats. Once I went down cellar to get a stick of wood for the stove and this big man rat jumped at me, jumped right at me! Well, he missed me, thank God, went right over my shoulder, but ever after that I was afraid of them. I mean when I saw how fearless they was. We used to have a nice centerpiece in the dining room. Fruit, you know, or wax flowers, but I come down one morning and there was this nice centerpiece all chewed up. Rats. It broke my heart. I mean it made me feel I didn't have anything I could call my own. Mice too. We had mice. They used to get into the pantry. One year I made a big batch of jelly and the mice chewed right through the wax tops and spoiled jelly. But the mice was nothing compared to the termites. I always noticed the living room floor was kind of springy and one morning when I was pushing the vacuum cleaner a whole section of the floor gave way and sagged into the cellar. Termites. Termites and carpenter ants. It was a combination. The termites ate the underpinnings of the house and the carpenter ants ate the porch. But the worst was bedbugs. When my cousin Mary died he left me this big bed. I didn't think anything about it. I felt funny in the night, you know, but I'd never seen a bed bug in my life and I couldn't imagine what it was. Well, one night I turned on the lights good and quick and there they were. There they were! Well, by this time they had spread all over the house. Bedbugs everywhere. We had to have everything sprayed and, oh, my, the smell was dreadful. Fleas too. We had fleas. We had this old dog named Spotty. Well, he had fleas and the fleas got off him into the rugs and it was a damp house, the fleas spread in the rugs and you know there was one rug where when you stepped onto it there would be a cloud of fleas, thick as smoke, fleas all over you. Well, supper’s ready!"

— John Cheever, The Wapshot Chronicle

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CHURCHGOING

Once I am sure there's nothing going on

I step inside, letting the door thud shut.

Another church: matting, seats, and stone,

And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut

For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff

Up at the holy end; the small neat organ;

And a tense, musty, unignorable silence,

Brewed God knows how long. Hatless, I take off

My cycle-clips in awkward reverence.

 

Move forward, run my hand around the font.

From where I stand, the roof looks almost new -

Cleaned, or restored? Someone would know: I don't.

Mounting the lectern, I peruse a few

Hectoring large-scale verses, and pronounce

'Here endeth' much more loudly than I'd meant.

The echoes snigger briefly. Back at the door

I sign the book, donate an Irish sixpence,

Reflect the place was not worth stopping for.

 

Yet stop I did: in fact I often do,

And always end much at a loss like this,

Wondering what to look for; wondering, too,

When churches will fall completely out of use

What we shall turn them into, if we shall keep

A few cathedrals chronically on show,

Their parchment, plate and pyx in locked cases,

And let the rest rent-free to rain and sheep.

Shall we avoid them as unlucky places?

 

Or, after dark, will dubious women come

To make their children touch a particular stone;

Pick simples for a cancer; or on some

Advised night see walking a dead one?

Power of some sort will go on

In games, in riddles, seemingly at random;

But superstition, like belief, must die,

And what remains when disbelief has gone?

Grass, weedy pavement, brambles, buttress, sky,

 

A shape less recognisable each week,

A purpose more obscure. I wonder who

Will be the last, the very last, to seek

This place for what it was; one of the crew

That tap and jot and know what rood-lofts were?

Some ruin-bibber, randy for antique,

Or Christmas-addict, counting on a whiff

Of gown-and-bands and organ-pipes and myrrh?

Or will he be my representative,

 

Bored, uninformed, knowing the ghostly silt

Dispersed, yet tending to this cross of ground

Through suburb scrub because it held unspilt

So long and equably what since is found

Only in separation - marriage, and birth,

And death, and thoughts of these - for which was built

This special shell? For, though I've no idea

What this accoutred frowsty barn is worth,

It pleases me to stand in silence here;

 

A serious house on serious earth it is,

In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,

Are recognized, and robed as destinies.

And that much never can be obsolete,

Since someone will forever be surprising

A hunger in himself to be more serious,

And gravitating with it to this ground,

Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,

If only that so many dead lie round.

— Philip Larkin

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REMEMBER CANDICE?

https://extrafilespace.wordpress.com/2013/06/18/is-balanced-view-great-freedom-a-sect/

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THERAPY ANIMALS ARE EVERYWHERE. PROOF THAT THEY HELP IS NOT.

The popular embrace of pets as furry therapists has raced far ahead of the scientific evidence, researchers say.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/animalia/wp/2017/07/02/therapy-animals-are-everywhere-proof-that-they-help-is-not/

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THIS WEEK IN CHURCH SIGNS

(via Susie de Castro)

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LAKE COUNTY TWEAKER

by Spec MacQuayde

The old highways of Mendo's valleys are shaded by a canopy of trees—mostly live oaks on 128 or Anderson Valley Way. Towering deciduous oaks reach like umbrellas over North State, or the former 101, from Ukiah to Redwood Valley. Thanks to the tinted "moon roof" in our red Toyota Tacoma I notice things like that, and think back to the days when people either walked, rode horses, or followed them on buggies and wagons. "I bet in those days they intentionally left trees to shade the roads," I told my pregnant girlfriend, Jetta, as we headed towards Boont Berry to pick up supplies before embarking on what has become an arduous journey over the mountain, past Ukiah to our garden in a holler up Parducci Road. "Nobody thinks about stuff like that anymore. What about when we all run out of fuel? Who's gonna walk down the damn freeway in the heat of the day?"

"Look. It's Josh! At Gulf Shores beach in Alabama!" Jetta attempted to hold the smart phone at an angle where I could glimpse our buddy Josh, shirtless with tanned muscles, his latest Facebook profile.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm driving."

The starter was out in our Toyota, so I turned right before the Redwood Drive-In, and thundered up the slight hill to the parking lot in front of the AVA. I backed up to the fence, leaving plenty of slope for roll-starting in second gear. After shutting off the engine, I noticed Mark Scaramella watering plants.

"Starter's out in my truck. Have to park on an incline," I told him.

He nodded as if I had just spouted off pompous plattitudes at a Board of Supervisors meeting.

Gradually, Jetta climbed out of the cab. With the oversized tires the task is not convenient for someone in her condition. As we finally strolled down the drive, crossed busy 128 en route to Boont Berry, I had second thoughts about the statement I'd made to Mark. "People probably wonder why the hell I'm telling them my starter's out."

"You're over-thinking it."

"I need to get it fixed. But if you go into labor and it won't start, we'll just call the Anderson Valley Ambulance. It's better than the Toyota, anyway. They're trained professionals."

"You're NOT calling an ambulance! I don't want to talk about it!"

At the Boont Berry counter the amiable Kevin noticed to his chagrin that we both sported the same cheap fedora hats. Awkwardly, Jetta and I ordered bacon flautes with kale salad on the side. Kevin and I shared some kind of old west dynamic for a minute—a few Clint Eastwood squints, two men with graying beards donning the same fedora.

After lunch, we trudged back up the incline, past the AVA's ornamentals, noticing their progress with the summer heat. It took a minute for Jetta to climb in. "I think I have to go use the bathroom," she said. "I can't believe that."

By the time she'd returned from the Redwood station, she had to go back again. Now the situation had become obvious. Her water had broken. It continued as we accomplished a roll-start. Fortunately we'd done our laundry that morning at Pic'n'Pay, and there were plenty of dry T-shirts available. With the delays on 253, the endless lines of trucks hauling pecker poles that claim to be marketable redwood and fir stalled on the uphill slope, it took an hour to reach the birthing center on Hospital Drive. At the entrance they provided parking vallets like at a posch hotel. Jetta climbed out, and I found a place to stow the truck up a slope across the road in case the starter didn't work. In partial shade, I took a nap.

After waking up, I wandered into the facility to check on Jetta. They had her in a room, they said. She wasn't coming back out.

"Are you the father?" they asked.

"I don't know. Strong possibility."

The women hooked me up with a bracelet and nametag. "She's in 302."

In 302 we hung out.

"They say I'm not dilating," said Jetta. "They're planning a C-section for 9."

"So can you go for a walk or something?"

"I don't know."

When the nurse arrived, I inquired about the walking thing, but she said that was a no. I decided not to argue. Since they'd scheduled the C-section for much later, I returned to the Toyota, had a few beers, smoked a jay, and listened to an interview with Tom Petty on KOZT. After that I felt ready to witness a C-section. Inside, they had me insert my carcass into scrubs, complete with the mask, and ushered me into the operation room where about ten women surrounded Jetta. I was the only guy in the place. I held her hand through the procedure.

Once the baby had safely been removed from the womb, they told me to go to room 312 where a nurse would bring the infant for "Skin-to-Skin."

"Take your shirt off," said the nurse, who had blonde hair and was probably in her late 20's.

After I'd removed my T-shirt, she handed me the baby girl, who immediately started tugging on my beard and chest hair, while the nurse observed. This went on for maybe twenty minutes.

"Did you wash your hands?" asked the nurse, suddenly remembering to ask.

"No. I mean, yes, but not since you've been here."

"You need to wash your hands before you handle the baby!"

"Right." I handed the baby back.

That night we barely slept. I stole out before dawn to jumpstart the truck before too big an audience arrived. At the garden up Parducci I finished hoeing weeds out of the sweetcorn, transplanted some late seedless watermelons, and returned to the air conditioning for lunch.

In the afternoon my oldest son, who is 20, stopped by the hospital to demand a paternity test. "I want to know if this is my sister," he said.

"We're all rainbow family," said Jetta. "What's the difference?"

The nurses said we'd have to go to downtown Ukiah, to CPS, and get mouth-swabs to determine the paternity thing.

"Looks like we'll have to wait til Monday," I said.

Out in the parking lot, my son helped roll-start the Toyota. Once we got the motor running, he wished me good luck on my endeavors.

"I get the feeling, around those women, that they think I'm just the douche who knocked her up," I said before he left.

"Have to be honest, Dad. With the flip-flops, the beard, the cheap fedora, the beer on your breath, they probably think you're a Lake County Tweaker."

They made Jetta and the baby stay for three days, under observation. Meanwhile I stole off to the garden at every opportunity to hoe weeds or run sprinklers on the sweetcorn. After two days my feet were covered with dust and mud, though I tried washing them off. I never changed clothes or took a shower, and sweated under the sheet on the sofa they conveniently provided. Room 312 reminded me of the digs in a hotel. One of the nurses said she also worked in places like the Bay Area and we were lucky to enjoy such spacious luxury, privacy. On the second afternoon, as I attempted to nap and enjoy a respite from the blazing sun, a CPS worker showed up to do an assessment of the new parents. By this time I realized my son was correct about the stereotyping.

"Do you have a job?" asked the social worker.

"Nobody believes me, but I'm actually growing watermelons and sweetcorn on a ranch north of town. Other than that, I write for the Anderson Valley Advertiser. You heard of that publication?"

He said he had. The fellow interviewing us seemed apologetic and hesitant, stuttering profusely while he filled out the paperwork. He appeared to be barely coherent. By the time he had completed his examination, I felt sorry for him, and recalled reading class in third grade when the teacher would force a boy of slow intellect to stumble through paragraphs filled with three-syllable words out-loud while the smarter students snickered.

After he'd given his stamp of approval, and departed, Jetta commented that the guy might have been under the influence of something. "These people are really nice, but I feel like I'm in jail," she said.

"Well you got to figure we're the general public, in their eyes. We fit the demographic. I look like a Lake County Tweaker who grows pot and makes up weak lies about actually planting sweetcorn. I'm demanding a paternity test. For all they know, we're homeless vagrants or violent thugs."

When they finally released Jetta, a long-time friend from Anderson Valley agreed to drive her dusty Prius to pick up the baby for the trip back to Philo. By this time I had dropped the Toyota off at Dorsey's where they replaced the starter, which turned out not to be the problem. It still wouldn't start any better than before.

In the parking lot, as I prepared to push-start the truck again, a skinny fellow with missing teeth approached. "Battery dead?"

"Nope. Just replaced the starter. Guess that wasn't the problem."

The guy said he was from Lake County. He brandished a crescent wrench and crawled under the motor. Thanks to the oversized tires, there was plenty of room. With the wrench, he tapped. "Your solenoid's stuck. Try her again!"

It finally started, and I followed Jetta and the new baby who rode in the dusty Prius to Chavez Market on the south side of town, for tacos, before returning to Anderson Valley. This time I didn't shut off the truck.

 

54 Responses to Mendocino County Today: Monday, July 3, 2017

  1. Harvey Reading Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 6:23 am

    Re; SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE:

    Can’t help wondering if it was one of us “elders” who forgot that he had ordered refills for his prescriptions. Wouldn’t surprise me.

  2. Randy Burke Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 9:20 am

    Spec, you never cease to MacQuade me.

  3. George Hollister Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 9:27 am

    “Women got short shrift in 19th century reporting.”

    Malcolm Macdonald is right on this. But it goes back much further than the 19th century. In doing family history I have seen many times where women get little or no recognition, even though it is obvious the role they played was pretty significant. I believe, in part, this is because women married and immediately started to have children. The were dependent on the husband, and were expected to be dependent. The attitude was, what was the point in an overly educated woman? Often women died during or immediately following child birth, and the husband remarried and continued to father children. There were exceptions, but mostly the division of labor in pre-industrial societies was defined by sex.

    Engrained attitudes about women persisted long after the industrial revolution, modern medicine, and birth control freed women from biological and cultural bondage. Those engrained attitudes linger, more so in non-Western countries where Western material advances have been slow to arrive.

    All this seems pretty obvious, and maybe does not need repeating. But what seems obvious to me is that we forget, or fail to recognize that there were reasons for the way things were, and that changes in culture don’t happen in a vacuum.

  4. LouisBedrock Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 10:18 am

    Meanwhile, in The Garden State…

    BERKELEY TOWNSHIP — People hoping to visit Island Beach State Park this holiday weekend were not allowed in because of the state government shutdown Gov. Chris Christie ordered amid the state budget standoff in Trenton.

    But there was one family there: Christie’s. They are using the summer beach house provided by the state for a weekend down the Shore….

    …Christie told reporters Saturday that the the beach house is separate from the park and that his family will not ask for any state services.

    Asked if this is fair, Christie said Saturday: “Run for governor, and you can have a residence there.”

    https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2017/7/2/1677343/-Chris-Christie-Closes-N-J-State-Parks-then-Lounges-on-the-Beach-at-One-Twitter-not-Amused?detail=emaildkre

    • Harvey Reading Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 10:45 am

      Only fair, Louis, only fair. Guvner Christie is an impo’tant man and shouldn’t be accountable to the same laws as his subjects. Best they learn their place and not complain. It’s incidents like this that “made America the great place it is”, doncha know? Or so I’ve heard peddled. Another thing we should remember.

  5. Jim Updegraff Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 11:20 am

    MLB: Giants 5 Pirates 3 – Smardzija wins one and giants on a win streak.
    Atlanta 4 A’s 3 in a 12 inning game – ex-A’s Suzuki hit 2 HRs including the winning run in the 12th inning.

    • George Hollister Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 1:13 pm

      Giants are on their longest winning streak of the year, but not to worry, they still have the second worse record in MLB. Can they make the play-offs? The Western Division has the two best teams in MLB. So I will stick with my prediction, the Giants end up with 6 losses over 100.

  6. Jim Updegraff Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 11:23 am

    Trunp’s latest twitter showing him on a video body slamming CNN should confirm any doubts he is mentally unfit to be President.

    • Harvey Reading Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 3:44 pm

      Hell, Jim, anyone with at least half a brain and was an adult at the time knew Trump was an idiot in the 70s. Too bad his “opposition” from the other right wing of the wealth party was even worse.

  7. Jim Updegraff Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 11:24 am

    Christie is history – who cares what he does or say?

    • LouisBedrock Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 1:20 pm

      Would you want him on your beach?

  8. james marmon Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 12:18 pm

    President Trump promised Americans he would put an end to Political Correctness ruling and destroying our country, so far, so good. #fakenews

    Christie just stole a page from Trump’s playbook.

    No apologies needed, lol

    James Marmon MSW
    Personal Growth Consultant

    ‘don’t just go through it, grow through it’

    • LouisBedrock Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 1:49 pm

      douchebag:

      Someone who has surpassed the levels of jerk and asshole, however not yet reached fucker or motherfucker.

      http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=douchebag=marmon

    • Harvey Reading Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 3:21 pm

      Marmon, if you had the capacity for coherent thought, you’d be dangerous. As it is you’re just another unthinking fly speck on the window.

  9. james marmon Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 12:35 pm

    RE: LAKE COUNTY TWEAKER

    Spec, you should be getting a knock on your door any day now from Redwood Community Services offering you substance abuse and mental health services, thanks to the new Differential Response Program. FCS will be notified and points will automatically added to Jetta’ SDM Safety and Risk Assessments if anyone declines their offer.

    My advice, leave Mendocino County, fast.

    James Marmon MSW
    Former Social Worker V
    Mendocino County Family and Children’s Services.

    • james marmon Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 12:44 pm

      The beer on your breath caused it, who shows up to a hospital with beer on their breath?

      Somebody will be checking on that so call sweet corn as well.

      • Harvey Reading Reply

        July 3, 2017 at 3:38 pm

        Perhaps someone who has been drinking? It’s not illegal to enter a hospital with beer on ones breath.

  10. Jim Updegraff Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 1:28 pm

    I wouldn’t waste my time on what that slob does or does not do.

  11. Jim Updegraff Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 1:32 pm

    I might add that the Trump supporters that continue to support that clown seem to have the same mental issues as he does.

  12. LouisBedrock Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 2:07 pm

    I won’t be celebrating the 4th of July.

    In almost every war this country has been involved in, I would have fought for the other side.

    I would have opposed the Virginia slave-owning mafia in the Revolutionary War; sided with Isaac Howe and Tecumseh when Madison invaded Canada (War of 1812); I would have smuggled guns to the Indigenous Americans—even to the Apaches and Comanches; would have chosen Mexico over Polk and Spain over McKinley.

    World War I—I would have tried to hide. World War II—if I had the balls, maybe the RAF. Korea? No way!

    In Vietnam I’d have proudly fought for the Viet Cong.

    So God bless America—I won’t. Maybe tonight I’ll set a few flags on fire: burning stuff like flags, people, and countries is the American Way.

    • BB Grace Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 2:44 pm

      If you had the balls….

      You might get a reality check Loser.

      • Harvey Reading Reply

        July 3, 2017 at 3:07 pm

        Typical response of a Trump lover. I don’t recall your racist, incompetent, silver-spoon-in-mouth hero being in the military, for all his big talk and willingness to lie and murder civilians. As far your “reality” goes, no thanks. It’s too unreal.

        • BB Grace Reply

          July 3, 2017 at 3:12 pm

          Spoken like a true snowflake in perpetual meltdown.

          Boom!

          • Harvey Reading Reply

            July 3, 2017 at 3:26 pm

            Boom yourself.

            By the way your statement is totally contradictory, which is to say, it makes no sense whatever. I do believe that you and Marmon are made for each other. Go for it, old girl.

            • LouisBedrock Reply

              July 3, 2017 at 3:46 pm

              Harvey,

              Don’t waste your energy with the tar baby.
              She can’t argue but merely spew cliches.

              God bless America and its abundant idiots.

              • Harvey Reading Reply

                July 3, 2017 at 3:51 pm

                Jest havin’ a little fun with the old gal, in the spirit of the “season”.

            • BB Grace Reply

              July 3, 2017 at 3:49 pm

              I imagine you and your comfort dog will go hide from the fireworks tonight. LOL

          • Harvey Reading Reply

            July 3, 2017 at 3:49 pm

            By the way, has your doctor recently given you new meds? Or is it just a spontaneous patriotic response of yours in honor of the 4th?

            • BB Grace Reply

              July 3, 2017 at 4:15 pm

              You guessed it Mr. Reading; I’m getting ready to celebrate Forth of July because Donald J. Trump is President of the United States and he’s Making America Great Again! Boom!

              Trump is awesome. Better than I hoped. Maybe you might write your gripes so you don’t come off as jealous, which goes for what you say about Mr. Hollister as you just sound jealous. I wish there were more Hollisters and fewer Fishers, govt owned neglected properties for healthier forests. As for Mr. Marmon, he’s got a birthday party with fireworks every year being he’s born of the forth of July.

              Happy Birthday Mr. Marmon.. watch out for Mr. Reading he’s jealous of everyone whose got a pot to piss in and you have an old Harley covered with bird droppings so that qualifies. Ssssssssss Boom! LOL

              • Harvey Reading Reply

                July 3, 2017 at 4:25 pm

                Jealous?

              • james marmon Reply

                July 3, 2017 at 5:20 pm

                Sorry I can’t make it over tomorrow Ms. BB Grace, my mother made last minute plans for me without checking with me first. I will be spending the 4th of July with my 85 year old mother, June Woolley, a true patriot.

                Next time

                James

  13. Bruce Anderson Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 3:51 pm

    I hope we can all play nice. Insult-fests are boring. Lots of papers used to have unregulated comment lines but had to close them because they’d devolved into gross incivility. I won’t hesitate to shut this one down if it gets to be nothing more than personal abuse.

    • BB Grace Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 4:50 pm

      Happy Forth of July Captain!

      She’s waitin’ for me
      When I get home from work
      Oh, but things ain’t just the same
      She turns out the light
      And cries in the dark
      Won’t answer when I call her name

      On the stairs I smoke a
      Cigarette alone
      Mexican kids are shootin’
      Fireworks below
      Hey baby, it’s the Fourth of July
      Hey baby, it’s the Fourth of July

      She gives me her cheek
      When I want her lips
      But I don’t have the strength to go
      On the lost side of town
      In a dark apartment
      We gave up trying so long ago

      On the stairs I smoke a
      Cigarette alone
      Mexican kids are shootin’
      Fireworks below
      Hey baby, it’s the Fourth of July
      Hey baby, it’s the Fourth of July

      What ever happened I
      Apologize
      So dry your tears and baby
      Walk outside, it’s the Fourth of July

      On the stairs I smoke a
      Cigarette alone
      Mexican kids are shootin’
      Fireworks below
      Hey baby, it’s the Fourth of July
      Hey baby, Baby take a walk outside

      Songwriters: SCOTT, ANDREW / PRIEST, STEPHEN / CONNOLLY, BRIAN / TUCKER, MICHAEL

      4th Of July lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

    • LouisBedrock Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 5:46 pm

      “Insult-fests are boring.”

      An insult or two never bothers me provided that’s it’s embedded in a solid, well-reasoned argument. The old Saturday Night Live routine of Point/Counterpoint was hilarious because Jane Curtin and Dan Aykroid would argue their points convincingly and sprinkle in vile ad hominem attacks (“Jane, you ignorant slut!”).

      Grace lacks the ability to engage in serious argument because of limitations of education and intelligence. Her diatribes and declarations are easy to refute and ridicule because they are shallow and unsophisticated.

      However, she is as good at exchanging insults as any drunk in the gutter. Insulting her is to fall into a trap and transform the conflict into a contest where her disadvantages are neutralized.

      I stay away from direct exchanges and limit myself to deconstructing and ridiculing her ludicrous statements. Others, including my friend and frequent ally, Harvey, should do the same.

      • Bruce McEwen Reply

        July 3, 2017 at 8:06 pm

        To: Editor:

        Re: Bedrock’s insubordiantion

        Chief, he’s out of his head, like I sometimes get when I disobey orders and post up videos…. Please, Skipper, lemme have a talk w/him and see if we can’t sort it all out; please, sir?

        You won’t keelhaul poor old Bedrock, will you, sir?

    • David Gurney Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 9:55 pm

      Big Brucie – Spoken like the true hypocrite that you are. It’s OK for you and protege mini-Bruce to be insulting a-holes, and not your inane coterie? LOL

      • Bruce McEwen Reply

        July 4, 2017 at 12:22 am

        “…these reasonings have no logical connection — you are richer than me so you are therefore my superior? The true logical conclusion is rather this — I am richer than you, therefore my possessions must exceed yours.

        “I have more eloquence than you, therefore my style must surpass yours.”

        “”But I, after all, consider neither property, nor style.

        — THE ENCHIRIDRION, No. XLIV*

        *that’s actually an awesome internet acronym, dude!

  14. LouisBedrock Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 4:03 pm

    PATRIOTISM   noun

    Combustible rubbish read to the torch of any one ambitious to illuminate his name.
     
    In Dr. Johnson’s famous dictionary patriotism is defined as the last resort of a scoundrel.  With all due respect to an enlightened but inferior lexicographer I beg to submit that it is the first.

    definition from:
The Devil’s Dictionary
    by Ambrose Bierce, 191

  15. LouisBedrock Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 4:04 pm

    PATRIOT noun

    One to whom the interests of a part seem superior to those of the whole. The dupe of statesmen and the tool of conquerors.

    The Devil’s Dictionary
    by Ambrose Bierce,

  16. LouisBedrock Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 4:05 pm

    “The dupe of statesmen and the tool of conquerors.”

    Sound like any commentators you know?

  17. Bruce McEwen Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 4:25 pm

    http://www.salon.com/2017/07/03/yes-its-gotten-ugly-large-majority-of-americans-think-incivility-is-worse-under-donald-trump/

    The Politically Correct counter-swing of the pendulum is not very pretty, but balance is the Rule of The Universe. T

    • Harvey Reading Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 5:24 pm

      I believe it’s entropy, ever increasing.

      • Bruce McEwen Reply

        July 3, 2017 at 8:21 pm

        “Entropy,” you say?

        Well well well.

        You seem to have heard of Steven Hawking, then.

        Uhmm… The parapalegic physicist, no doubt and his best-selling thesis, a Short History Of Time.”

        Yes, but did Hawking ever contradict Aristotle’s equally engaging term — “Amelioration”?

        • Harvey Reading Reply

          July 4, 2017 at 11:39 am

          Yes, heard of him as well as the string hypothesis (theories require proof doncha know). Never had any desire to read his book. But the concept of entropy predates Hawking and his string brotherhood. As I’ve said before, the Greeks and such do not impress me like they do you.

  18. Bruce McEwen Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 4:31 pm

    http://www.salon.com/2017/07/03/yes-its-gotten-ugly-large-majority-of-americans-think-incivility-is-worse-under-donald-trump/

    The pendulum swings from PC to unbridled filth!

    Balance is the inescapable Rule of the Universe.

    • LouisBedrock Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 4:54 pm

      Bruce,

      Do you think life or politics were any better with Bill Clinton, the serial rapist, or the vile serial killer with drones, Barack Obama?

      Trump is vulgar and disgusting, as are his supporters. But I agree with Glenn Ford of BAR who wrote that none of them has ever been my President.

      Trump is merely the latest face of the American Empire. He’s no more brutal than Woodrow Wilson or George W. He’s no more corrupt than the Clintons or Obama. I despise him but am glad he won and not Hillary.

      Yes, God bless this filthy Christian Theocracy and all its Presidents. Thank you, servicemen and servicewomen, for your service to Mobil, Monsanto, and Halliburton. Let joy reign supreme!

  19. Bruce McEwen Reply

    July 3, 2017 at 5:05 pm

    In order to sidestep any inclination I may have to post music videos, I’m going to the taproom with $5 for the jukebox, and here’s my playlist:

    Bette Midler, “The Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy From Co. B”

    Johnny Horton, “Sink The Bismark”

    USMC Band, “Semper Fi”

    Johnny Cash & Buffy St. Marie, “Custer (The Gen’l, He Don’t Ride Well Anymore)”

    Andrews Sisters, “I’ll Fight For Your Right (To Disagree w/ Me)”

    Steve Earl, “(God Damn You) Ben McCullough”

    The Dry Branch Fire Squad, “Someone Play Dixie For Me”

    Hoyt Axton, “Geronimo’s Cadillac”

    Bob Dylan, “Arthur McBride*”

    *for all you draft dodgers

    • LouisBedrock Reply

      July 3, 2017 at 5:50 pm

      I’ll settle for Dylan’s “Idiot Wind”.
      It should be the national anthem.

      • Bruce McEwen Reply

        July 3, 2017 at 7:01 pm

        Yes, but you didn’t check out “Arthur McBride” (I can tell by your sullen flight back to your comfort zone, scoundrel!), did you?

        Now, I know there’s lots of other Blue Dog Democrats silently monitoring this page, hedging their bets, as it were (AIW — make a note of it, you internet addicts), but you and Reading have turned into a travesty of knee-jerk lib-labs!

        You ask me to revisit the Clinton Admin.; Obama’s tour of duty. Fine. I registered as a Republican (still am — so I could run interference in the Primary), and I voted for the Green Party candidate, Jill Stein.

        You ask me to go back 20-odd years; I ask you to go back to Epictetus, to Diogenes, Socrates and discover that Democracies have always and always will be ruled by the lowest common denominator, the absolute worst.

        But it’s cyclical, like everything in the world. Democracy leads to Oligarchy just as sure as birth leads to death. I dare say, you sir, have neglected your classics and lost all perspective. A lot of your mean-spirited vituperation is probably due to drugs, as you are under a doctor’s prescription… still…Yes, I forgive you.

        Can you do as much for Our Ms. Grace, and that wonderful old reactionary, Geo. Hollister W. Bush?

        • BB Grace Reply

          July 3, 2017 at 7:19 pm

          Aye Mr. McEwen, and the happiest of happy forth of Julys to you! http://www.irish-folk-songs.com/well-fight-for-uncle-sam-lyrics-and-chords.html

          • Bruce McEwen Reply

            July 3, 2017 at 7:41 pm

            Try the Paul Brady video — such great acting, and the music is even better than Dylan’s!

            And on this momentous ocassion, May I propose a toast to your courageous father? God Rest His Soul, he put on that uniform and served this crazy country — which, come to think on it (CTTOI, for you internet junkies) — he served in wars that served the interests of the “left” (those he no doubt didn’t approve of) to the point that they prospered so much, all they can do is count their money, spit and swear at loosing a ridiculously vapid post, the Oval Office to a Deplorable! Ha ha — Love ya, pal!

            Keep on prickin’ Reading and Bedrock; and thank you for not descending to their vulgarities!

            • BB Grace Reply

              July 3, 2017 at 8:12 pm

              Lady With A Fan (fanning the flames on the AVA)

              Lyrics: Robert Hunter
              Music: Jerry Garcia

              This is the first song in Robert Hunter’s Terrapin Station Suite. In setlists, “Lady With A Fan” is often lumped together with “Terrapin Station” rather than shown as separate songs. The Dead at least once (on 13 April 1986) played “Lady With A Fan” without going on into “Terrapin Station”

              Let my inspiration flow, in token rhyme suggesting rhythm
              That will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done
              While the fire lights aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow
              Till things we’ve never seen will seem familiar

              Shadows of a sailor forming winds both foul and fair, all swarm
              Down in Carlisle he loved a lady many years ago
              Here beside him stands a man, a soldier by the looks of him, (note 1)
              Who came through many fights, but lost at love

              While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks, (note 2)
              Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there
              Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair
              She takes her fan and throws it in the lion’s den (note 3)

              Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
              I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance
              The sailor gave at least a try; the soldier, being much too wise,
              Strategy was his strength, and not disaster

              The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him
              That’s how it stands today. You decide if he was wise (note 4)
              The story teller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice
              His job is to shed light, and not to master

              Since the end is never told we pay the teller off in gold (note 5)
              In hopes he will come back, but he cannot be bought or sold

              ………….
              rock/paper/scissors
              pen/sword/fan

              • Bruce McEwen Reply

                July 3, 2017 at 8:37 pm

                Reminds me of that marvelous Peter Mattheissen novel, Far Tortuga…Aye, and a supper of turtle soup and ship’s biscuit wouldn’t go a miss, me lass,* with a swig o’ grogg…eh?

                *One of my best pick-up lines.

            • Harvey Reading Reply

              July 4, 2017 at 1:14 pm

              Kindly explain “served the interests of the left”.

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