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Ducks or Beavers?

So which is Oregon’s Official State Animal? Is it the duck or the beaver? Considering how no professional gambler has ever made a living betting with the crowd, let’s put…

El Camino Real

El Camino Real

It was my dad’s old contract bridge partner Doc Kramer who had hooked me on history with his tales of Old California. It was 1960, I was ten years old…

Missing the Obvious

I saw on CNN this neck-tied worldly philosopher and political prognosticator pronounce that the trouble with the truth is that you can’t prove it. Since I’ve heard that kind of…

Plinking Rockchucks

When it comes to fat, furry, bucktoothed rodents, I can’t say that yellow-bellied marmots are my favorites. Then again, I’m not well acquainted with them and have nothing against them.…

Redwood Winter

Redwood Winter

Big tree, steep ground redwood timber felling was about as close to living on the edge as a body could comfortably get. It was like being a flea biting into…

Quitting Grapes

Must have been sometime after 1980 when, once and for all, I resolved to quit working grapes. It was a god-awful hot afternoon and I was harvesting pinot noir (?)…

AV: Alien Evaluations?

AV: Alien Evaluations?

I must have been five or six years old when I saw the first movie that scared the bejesus out of me. It hit Big Screens Everywhere in the summer…

Winning The West

I read somewhere that if you took all those who died along the Oregon and California forks of the Immigrant Trail and made them into highway markers they’d appear every…

Wanderlust

I’ve wanted to get to Goose Lake ever since I was a little boy in LA and I spotted it on a map. Lying about 2/3rds in California and the…

Wits End

One nice thing about getting my second book, Turned Round in My Boots (Heyday) published, was that it got me re-connected with a half dozen of my old army buddies.…

Christmas Valley

Trish, Jeff and I are on a hike and we’ve just arrived atop the crooked, molar-toothed rim of a mile-round, 350-foot-tall basaltic tuff ring called Fort Rock, which is Christmas…

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