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Protecting Peachland

I was recently chatting with Jan Pallazola and she mentioned the current project of the Save the Redwoods League purchasing a conservation easement on the Maillard Ranch. So I found…

The Left As Obsolete

Since they all get advertised and sold that way, I arrived in Vietnam thinking mine was a war to end all wars. But it turned out our “Cold War” killing…

Strangely Early

One of the great pleasures of living in this rural area is that many of my neighbors and friends are avid observers of the natural world. And so in early…

Sierra Stories

Three of us, the brother/sister team of Nick and E.B. along with yours truly, started our planned ninety-five mile trek on the John Muir Trail late in July. I can't…

Going To See The Fishers

Going To See The Fishers

So I got invited to a public shaming…and being a retired librarian and thinking the family to be shamed disgraceful…I decided to do something I’d never done before. Attend. Being…

Waveland Avenue

Of course I couldn't wait. Waveland Avenue. Of course it's the street outside the left-field wall of Wrigley Field, Chicago. I'd been doing some Frank Lloyd Wright, some Hemingway, in…

Olympic Jam Sessions

Music was arguably more crucial at the ancient Olympic games than at the globalized modern ones, where it not only buttresses big ritualistic moments—the opening ceremonies, the doling out of…

The Soundtracks Of Solipsism

The Soundtracks Of Solipsism

Among the countless contradictions that the Olympic Games bring into relief is that between private and public music. There is a chasm, unbreachable even by the world’s best long-jumpers and…

Award Winning Cutter Lives In Boonville

Len Feinstein was born in Brooklyn, and raised in Levittown, Long Island, the famous original tract development where every house was essentially the same to cut costs. “My father bought…

Bonfire At Yellowgate

I hate to keep flogging a dead horse, but some things manage, through sheer black-hearted cussedness, to continuously prod one's ire and therefore demand public excoriation. Last night I was…

R.I.P. To The Same Different Guys

He was born in Ohio but grew up and lived all around Ukiah. As a Talmage youngster he rolled brakeless Soapbox Derby-style cars down Knob Hill Road into oncoming traffic,…

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