The hitchhiker was at the Boonville exit on 101. It was about noon. As I passed her she clasped her hands in mock prayer and shot me desperate eyeballs that pleaded with me to please,…
Posts published by “Bruce Anderson”
Count me as one. I was two, my brother one, when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, on December 7, 1941. My brother and I were born in Honolulu, Our paternal grandfather, a Scots immigrant, was…
Mendocino County's Major Crimes Task Force roared into Anderson Valley in a fleet of unmarked vehicles, headed for the old Bachman Hill School in Philo and an Anderson Valley Way, Boonville, address. It was Tuesday…
I like the Fair best that first day, that Friday early afternoon when the flowers are still fresh, before the crowds become so thick it's hard to find old friends among all the strangers, the…
I was a delegate representing the Noe Valley to the founding of the Peace and Freedom Party at the Richmond Auditorium in 1968. For the three days that strange assembly had gathered to organize opposition…
A stern visage, the picture of 19th century rectitude, used to look down on passersby from a banner at the corner of McAllister and Larkin, fin de siècle San Francisco. The banner celebrated the adjacent…
On the road with Jan Walker, known from Anderson Valley to Point Arena as “Jan the Mail Lady,” Jan the Mail Lady was one of the many unsung persons whose commitment to their essential work…