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Animal Rescue

About a month before my second book came out, I received a form email from my publisher’s Manager of Marketing and Publicity. At the ripe old age of 29, I…

Mendocino Stories

Mendocino Stories

A while back in the nearby woods a large gaggle of wild turkeys started raising a ruckus to the high heavens. A veritable convention of agitated gobblers, it was, them…

Anderson Valley’s Black Site?

Or is it the return of Reverend Sun Myung Moon? Maybe Rupert Murdoch? Mel Gibson, anyone?…

The Great Stampede

The whole country was scandalized. And the more the National Network focused its hungry eyes and teething puppy tenacity on the sequence of events and the personalities involved — within…

Four Vignettes: No Place, No Body

Four Vignettes: No Place, No Body

A while back I found myself alone in a room with four elderly female ex-hippies. A friend of mine had come out with a picture book about Mendocino County’s old…

The Darkest Night

Maybe 30 years ago, back when my wife and I were living “off the grid”  (we called it living without elec­tricity and indoor plumbing) up near Mountain House, a friend…

Harvesting Christmas Trees

I’d driven down this particular beaver slide twice already this year, but never with a full trailer during a cloudburst. My brand-new, one-ton diesel, company pickup truck’s full blast windshield…

Raggedy Roads, Saggy Gates

My first job making firewood was up on a bench of land high on the sunny side of Ward Mountain above Yorkville. It must have been 1975 or ’76. To…

My Mother Road

“The Mother Road, the road of flight.” — John Stein­beck * * * I was born in the same West Town Chicago slums my parents were born in and grandparents…

Veteran’s Day

You never know what will stick in your memory. Some years ago I heard on TV the news that the last sur­viving crew member of the Enola Gay that dropped…

Animal Husbandry

Wheeling his pickup to town for an after work beer, Dale glanced at his Lady sitting all dainty-like beside him. What a fine young thing she was. Her nose out…