I like it quiet in the cabin, I listen for a rogue wave that might get over the sandbar, I would hear it come under…
Posts published by “Bill Bradd”
You discover the best things when you’re takin a leak in the country. I’m heading out of Fort Bragg, going to the off track betting…
The Far hills, Mendocino County — In 1985 I knew a guy who tried to grow the devil-weed in a wildcat location, in the far…
White’s Field, 1927 — Somebody must have been over to Willits last night, because the news spread: the circus is coming and they have an…
I grew up where men seldom touched other men, beyond a handshake, and everybody was happy with that arrangement. But, when I came out to…
The other day I was working the crossword puzzle and the clue was boxer Griffith and I thought of Emile and my heart froze for…
Toronto -- Old Woodbine Race Track. There's never been enough emphasis on horse racing. If it were only so simple, so quick to the quick,…
I was told it was only going to be a journey of a few leagues. As my league work wasn’t up to snuff I figured it would take a while longer. I loaded myself up with the stuff of the classic poseur. A handbag a duffle bag, new shoes, an over-the-shoulder bag and a shopping bag flaunting that it’s Heavenly.
Let's get straight here, what one operator can reasonably expect as a return on his energy. Not much, really, if you're carrying it all in…