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The Only Place

My grandfather had a thing for peanut butter. He ate it by the spoonful. It couldn’t be just any peanut butter. It had to be organic peanut butter with a…

Progressive Illusions

In retrospect we can see what a lucky fellow Barack Obama was to have had, during his run for the presidency last year, a radical black pastor, the Rev. Jeremiah…

The Waving Game

After ten years and 260,000 miles, the time came to put my loyal and trustworthy Ford Ranger out to pasture. I saved the taxpayers some money by not taking advantage…

A Bloody Day in San Francisco

San Franciscans are observing the 75th anniversary of “Bloody Thursday” this year — that day in July of 1934 when open warfare raged on the city’s waterfront, a key day…

Public Squalor

“And sadly enough, Capital is so fluid that a threat to any investment seems to be a threat to all investments. Therefore newspapers that represent sizable investments are tempted to…

What It’s Like to Die

I died in April, 1979, a Saturday morning that I seem, now, to remember as being sunny and animated, as most sunny spring days on the Mendocino coast are, with…

Tempers Flare, Priorities Flee

On July 14 the Mendocino County Board of Supervisors came back from a wholly unearned three week vacation to take care of such crucial business as whether or not the…

‘A Damned Murder, Inc.’

Some time in early or mid-1949 a CIA officer named Bill (his surname is blacked out in the file, which was surfaced by John Kelly in the early 1990s) asked…

The Blue Green Water People

The Havasupai or People of the Blue Green Water live 3,000 feet below red and white earth at the base of the Havasu-wa Cataract Canyon in Arizona. The village is…

Fort Bragg Advocate-News: Not NewsHour

In its July 9 issue, the Fort Bragg Advocate-News ran an editorial that bravely confirmed what any thinking person already knew: Our local advertorial broadsheet—which is no more a newspaper…

Easing the Easement

Just behind the Zina Hyde Cunningham Tasting Room here in downtown Boonville, a brief road ran straight as a string east toward Anderson Creek. The road ran. Past tense. Farrer…