PETIT TETON FARM is open Mon-Sat 9-4:30, Sun 12-4:30. Along with the large inventory of jams, pickles, soups, hot sauces, apple sauces, and drink mixers made from everything we grow, we sell frozen USDA beef and pork from our perfectly raised pigs and cows, and stewing hens and eggs. Squab is also available at times. Contact us for what's in stock at 707.684.4146 or farmer@petitteton.com. Nikki and Steve
BETH SWEHLA:
This tile mural was under another painted mural that was being removed as there will be construction at AVHS this summer. What do you know about it? It looks to me to be from the 1960’s. Do you know who made the mural? The mural is in the breezeway across from the office.
YOU GUYS KNOW ME as Daniel’s Small Engine Repair, and now I’m Daniel’s Mobile Mechanic. Convenience on wheels! My mobile mechanic service brings professional automotive expertise right to your doorstep. From routine maintenance to emergency repairs, I’ve got you covered wherever you are. Reliable, efficient, and hassle-free. Bigger projects must be done in my shop in Ukiah such as engines/transmission and custom work. My phone number is (707) 391-8899.
VAL HANELT, keeper of the Valley’s Cemetery Chronicle, will be sure to correct me, but the Anderson Valley’s Evergreen cemetery, I think, is eternal home to veterans of every American war from the Revolutionary War through Vietnam, although I think the man who was alive during the Revolutionary War may not have been a veteran of our liberation from Mad King George. The Babcock Cemetery also goes way back. I've never taken a close look at Studebaker but it and Babcock are the most pleasingly located, especially Babcock with its panoramic view of much of Boonville and its enclosing east hills.
SOME of my facebook friends are complaining about tourists, which prompts me to remember being startled by a woman who lobbed a little purple bag of dog poop onto my driveway from next door at the Redwood Drive-In as I was standing there in full view. For a nano-second I thought maybe she was aiming at me. “Hey!” I yelled. “You're setting a very bad example for your dog!” And damned if she didn't yell back, “You take care of yourself and I'll take care of my dog.” And she walked away pulling a small mutt on one of those choke chains. I'll admit I had to admire her royal sense of entitlement.
ON A SLO SUNDAY I’ll tell you my Sidney Poitier story. I met him once, and he made a lasting impression on me because he was so real, so gracious. I was driving a cab in San Francisco at the time, which was the pivotal year of 1968, the year the lights went out, politically speaking. I drove the 3pm to midnight shift. Days, I tried to overthrow the government, which is what my generation is best known for — that and self-indulgent idiocy, but don’t get me started.
I WAS DRIVING for Big Yellow the night the Zodiac killer shot Paul Stine to death. I knew Stine to say hello to because we worked the same hours and would occasionally get stuck out at the SF International in the cab lot trying to catch a fare going back into the city. The airport cab lot was the site of lots of informal seminars on all kinds of subjects because all kinds of lively but estranged persons were driving cabs at the time.
STINE, in my memory, was a studious-looking guy who looked like the graduate student he was. Zodiac had jumped in Stine’s cab at a downtown hotel, instructed Stine to drive him to, as I recall, an address on Cherry Street, off California on the edge of the Presidio. When Stine stopped the cab Zodiac put a pistol behind the young man’s ear and pulled the trigger.
THERE were witnesses. They called 911 but the dispatcher unaccountably broadcast the killer as a black man, so when the cops stopped the crewcut psycho as he casually walked into the Presidio, they asked him if he'd seen a suspicious black man in the neighborhood. Nope.
A FEW DAYS LATER, a piece of Stine’s bloody shirt accompanied one of Zodiac’s uniquely boastful letters identifying himself as Stine’s killer. I’ve always wished the cops had found Zodiac that night and finished him off, but they didn’t and he kept on killing people.
GETTING back to my friend Sid, he was utterly without famous-person pretense and altogether charming. I picked him up in Pacific Heights where he was staying, he said, while he was making a movie. He told me his brother drove a cab and asked me questions about what the job was like in Frisco and why was I doing it. We chatted like old pals all the way to a downtown restaurant where he tipped me something like $20 and said, “I hope you figure out what you want to do and have a good life doing it.”
I WAS FLABBERGASTED. I’d never met a famous person before. Never had the desire, frankly, before or since. But my encounter with Poitier made me understand charisma, which I’d never thought about. He had it, and then some. And I can tell you nobody has ever gotten away with saying a bad thing about Sidney Poitier in my presence, not that anybody has ever tried, but I'm ready if anybody does.
FROM the California School Boards Association: “The Board believes that the presence of weapons in the schools threatens the district’s ability to provide the safe and orderly learning environment to which district students and staff are entitled.”
CONFIRMING old suspicions that The Valley’s pesticide and herbicide-soaked vineyards have wiped out the frog populations in and around them, the U.S. Geological Survey has found that the increased pesticide concentrations in Pacific tree frogs downwind of San Joaquin Valley ag correlated with a decline in amphibian numbers in the Sierra. The specific pesticides included chlorpyrifos and Diazinon, both of which are widely and promiscuously applied by the wine industry.
KATRINA ALSTON (facebook): OK, I need assistance. I unfortunately cannot remember the last name of the lady who is renting the property at the bottom of my aunt’s property off of Anderson Valley Way. My aunt Kathy Rapp unfortunately I just got news passed away this morning. I need to speak to Terry who rents the property for her horses from my aunt. So if anyone can please get me that information as soon as possible, I would be greatly appreciative.
MARY ZEEBLE:
We have a couple nice apartments for rent off Highway 128 in Philo.
It's an easy walk to to Lemon's Market as well as the Navarro River and Indian Creek.
Two Bedroom Apartment $1400 (shown)
The apartment is large and has a full bathroom and kitchen.
New floors and paint.
There is also shared free laundry.
Included in the rent is water & propane. PG&E is additional.
Move in is first month rent, and security = $4,200.
Also available:
Studio Apartment $850
The apartment has a full bathroom and kitchen.
There is also shared free laundry.
Included in the rent are ALL utilities: electricity, wifi, water & propane.
Move in is first month rent, and security = $2,550.
There is a large shared garden, a greenhouse and picnic area, as well as hiking trails.
Beautiful views of the redwoods nearby and killer sunsets!
There is plenty of parking on the property for you and visitors.
Looking for respectful long term tenants who are quiet and stable.
A $15 credit and background check will be done. Equal Opportunity Housing.
(Deposits can be paid over a few months)
No drugs. No smoking. Small dogs ok. Cats ok. Room for goats & sheep.
Send us an email and let us know which apartment you’re interested in.
If you include your cell phone number we can text you more pics.
email: philorental@gmail.com or text 415 550 9090
Cheers and thank you!
THE FIRST PRINT ISSUE of the Anderson Valley Advertiser (Jan. 25, 1955) and the last (May 1, 2024).
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STRAWBERRY HARVEST is starting soon here at Boonville Barn Collective!
Our Renegade Certified strawberries will be harvested on Monday and Thursday mornings. We don't have a regularly stocked farmstand where we sell our berries. Instead, we send out weekly emails when we have strawberries available where you can reserve a flat ($35) or half flat ($20) for pick up here at our farm. Send an email to Gideon@boonvillebarn.com to get added to the strawberry list and we'll be in touch when we've got strawberries to sell!
HIGHWAY 253
A southeast view by the brilliant Jeff Goll, who captures in this one shot a vista us locals can never get enough of.
IT'S BEEN A WHILE since I read a school board packet containing several pages of earnest prose about the search and seizure laws as they apply to Dopers, The Next Generation! Among my faves, “Employees shall not conduct strip searches or body cavity searches of any student…” And, “In an effort to keep the schools free of drugs, the district may use specially trained, non-aggressive dogs to sniff out and alert staff to the presence of substances prohibited by law or Board policy.” When schools have to resort to dope dogs and metal detectors, it’s time to seriously re-think the enterprise.
BRAKES
A Reader: In yesterday’s Ed Notes, you quote someone as suggesting that if your brakes fail, a last resort would be to turn off the key. Problem with that is most cars now have an ignition/steering wheel interface that locks your steering when the engine shuts down. Probably would be better to continue to steer, even if the brakes have failed. Probably worth a try to attempt to jam it into Park, if it's an automatic. Blow up the transmission, no doubt, but would be worth it. Just thinking out loud, so to speak! See, even using those phrases makes me think of your situation!
Tex Sawyer: I had the master brake cylinder fail in a car a few years back coming down a hill. I agree with take your foot off the accelerator. Put it in low gear and then gradually apply pressure on the mechanical brake with either hand or foot while keeping the pawl from engaging, so that you can feather the pressure on the brakes. Don’t jam the mechanical brake down because you can cause a slide when the rear wheels lock up. DO NOT turn off the engine. You run the risk of having the steering lock up and losing control of the vehicle’s direction. Try practicing this maneuver in advance in a parking lot until you get the idea. Last ditch, drive your car gradually into a hill side, if one is available.
Marshall Newman: Sometimes there are no options. In the winter of – I think – 1962, my father and sister were driving downhill on our property in Philo in our old Dodge when the brakes and clutch both failed. The car went off the road at the hairpin curve at the bottom of the hill and – by pure luck – squarely hit the only large tree within 20 feet on each side. If it had not hit the tree, it would have landed in the Navarro River, which was high with winter rain. They walked back to the house bruised and battered, but otherwise fine. The car was totaled and had some of my sister’s hair in the shattered windshield.
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