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Boonville Man Reports from Standing Rock

Here is my best attempt at an update on our (me, Will Parrish, and others) experience in ND at Standing Rock. Please forward on to anyone who is interested. In…

On the Barricades at Standing Rock

On the Barricades at Standing Rock

North Dakota police officers wounded more than 150 people with concussion grenades and rubber bullets, and drenched hundreds more with high-powered hoses amid freezing temperatures, as part of a demonstration…

A Tale of Two Donnies

I was a child of the sixties, literally, as those were my elementary school years. I grew up in a lower-middle-class suburb of Los Angeles County. We had a retarded…

The Sword of Damocles

The term "sword of Damocles hanging over..." evokes a threat to whoever is underneath. In the original myth, Damocles was a nobleman in the court of Dionysius, tyrant of Syracuse.…

Who Poisoned My Grapes? (Part 3)

So the grape crop was picked, less than one ton, picked right next to the railroad. I gave a sigh of relief. But this was not the end of the…

Sailing Out Of Willits (Part 5)

Been on board the Constance one month today. We left another beautiful anchorage and not really sure where we’ll be tonight, but somewhere about half-way to Golfito, our last stop…

The Brotherhood of the Leather Pants

The Brotherhood of the Leather Pants

The trick—one of them, anyway—to staying sane in prison and not lapsing into despair is having something to look forward to. The big one, of course, is one's parole date,…

“The Rag”

“The Rag”

“The Sixties” as a state of mind has lasted far longer than the actual decade itself, much to the delight of 1960s survivors and to the annoyance of politicians who…

Dirges for the Living Dead

Dirges for the Living Dead

At any political funeral, especially one as sorrowful and grandiose as Hillary’s ongoing obsequies, there will inevitably be abundant tears and cathartic sighs, long faces and stiff upper lips, doleful…

Who Poisoned My Grapes? (Part 2)

To review, I knew that my vineyard had been sprayed with an herbicide which originated from someone spraying the railroad property that borders me. I was surprised that while I…

Solar Postage Socialist

I recently sent a little book, not much more than a glorified pamphlet, to Switzerland. The least expensive way to send the little thing was via the Post Office for…

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