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9/11 In New York

My nieces were working in the city at the time, close by. I checked with my brother, everyone was okay. But the rest of those in the Towers and those…

Sports Cashew

Sacramento, my sports town, and I’m not talking about the NBA Kings. It’s World Cup soccer, the USA Track and Field championships, MLS minor league soccer and Triple-A baseball. USA!…

Whale Ho!

I saw it on the CBS Evening News so it had to be true. But all kidding aside, it was, in early November, the feeding frenzy on Monterey Bay: whales…

North By Northwest

North By Northwest

I’m going, finally, to Seattle. That’s about all everyone around here in Sacramento refers to when the inevitable I should, could be living somewhere other than here comes up.…

Detroit (Part 2)

Today we go to a ballgame at old Tiger Stadium, in Detroit. Life is good, real, real good. And, MOTOWN, baby, Barry Gordy’s home — Hitsville, USA.…

Detroit (Part 1)

I’m going to meet my friend Tim in Nashville, Tennessee. He’s there on business. It’s as close as he may ever get to Detroit again. We can do geography and…

‘Go East Old Friend, Go East…’

The battle of Gettysburg. Only 150 years ago, humans still in chains, Lee took his army of Northern Virginia into the north, the Union, Pennsylvannia. I have to go. Maybe…

High On Lodi

I’ve got a friend Chris who’s a skydiver. A legitimate one. He goes skydiving every Sunday in Lodi/Acampo at the Parachute Center. I’ve got a little experience in the sky.…

Brian Wilson

Our friend, our boyhood chum has come back to us, an adult. Youth and maturity meld together. …

James Dean Lives!

Marfa, Texas, of all places. Three hours southwest out of El Paso, Texas, of all places. Los Angeles, Paso Robles, Cholame, CA, Fairmount, IN, Manhattan, NY. Some of the James…

Alpha One On Patrol

The morning oozed in gray and wet. The monsoon sky at high tide. Clouds so wet, so low that you can feel them cold on your neck. Push off your…

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