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Search for Hollow Earth

Search for Hollow Earth

“I declare the earth is hollow, and habitable within; containing a number of solid concentrick spheres, one within the other, and that it is open at the poles 12 or…

Fort Bragg’s Civility Code

Fort Bragg’s Monday evening City Council meeting started off as a dazzling affair. It ended up in a shocking true life confession of the lust for power. Beats any soap…

Some Written Words That I Wrote

I'm going to climb up on my soapbox right now and declaim, if for no other reason than I've got one, on something that may seem rather picayune and would…

Paul Krassner Interview, Part III

Q: Hugh Hefner lasted a long time, didn’t he? How might history remember him? A: Fun Fact: Hef was one of the first to invest in Viagra stocks. Q: David…

Paul Gauguin

Paul Gauguin

Around 1870, at the tender age of 25, when he closed his office every evening, Paul Gauguin would leave the Berlin Bank, where he worked as a liquidator, and cross…

The Man With No Tattoos

A bright and beautiful spring day in Ukiah found Suzanne Tuttle working in her garden when the man with no tattoos appears on the sidewalk, a nice looking young man…

Sidelining The Sideman

The one thing you can say about the all-too-familiar genre of posthumous documentary in which dozens of admirers bear dutiful witness to the deceased’s unrecognized artistic achievements, is that at…

Supes Working Diligently (?)

ON MONDAY of this week, Supervisors John McCowen and Dan Hamburg convened a meeting of their two-person Public Health, Safety, and Resources Committee to discuss the County’s Class K relaxed-standards…

The Woeful Life of Jake LaMotta

The cosmic fortunes and misfortunes of a boxing legend. …

Big Idea Day

Big Idea Day

All day last Saturday, like the gladiator that she is, Marie Jones, Development Director for the City of Fort Bragg, conducted a public participation workshop on the old G-P mill site…

Summer Of Smoke

It was Mardi Gras in New Orleans, 1970. My surviving holemate, Don Perkins, and I had gotten off a train from L.A. and now we were leaving on a midnight…