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Posts published by “Bruce Anderson”

Fairfax Phil

My neighborhood is like most in Marin, suburban-sedate, a combination of young families, working people, the elderly which, of course, includes me and my wife of sixty-two years. Architecturally, we live in a mix of…

Navarro’s Lost Sister City

Down the road from Navarro, very near the 1964 high water mark, there was once a thriving little town complete with post office, a school and a telephone exchange. It has disappeared almost without a…

Street Runnin’ Man, ’67-’68

It was a short walk to San Francisco's primary riot venues from my grungy tenement apartment at 925 Sacramento Street. Either up the hill to the Fairmont and the Mark Hopkins, or through the Stockton…

Buck Clark, Last Of The Old-Time Loggers

Slim Pickens, a rodeo caller who went on to fame as a movie actor, said that 1950 Boonville was the roughest place he’d ever called a rodeo in. Buck Clark admits to having been an…

How The Democrats Captured The Northcoast, Forever

A JAUNDICED EYE looks back: In the pivotal year of 1967, the Summer of Love having gone to speed, STDs, Nixon, and the endless war on Vietnam, hippies and hip-symps headed north, through the rainbow…

Mendo’s Great Crimes

“We only catch the dumb ones.” — the late Norm Vroman, Mendocino County District Attorney In two hours on a September night in 1987, Fort Bragg's library, Ten Mile Justice Court and the famous old…

A Marijuana Murder, An Alcohol Death

Jose Luis Gonzalez told his family he was going hunting. He didn’t tell his family he was going hunting for marijuana. Gonzalez, 34, was a non-violent hunter. He went hunting marijuana without a gun, and…

Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner [March 26, 2003]

Put yourselves in the shoes of Jeff and Patti Winnie, parents, working people, long-time residents of Willits, property owners, no criminal history. One day about six weeks ago the Winnies' 18-year-old daughter Monica brought her…

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