“No river should reach the ocean.” — Stalin Not so long ago there was so much water in the summertime Russian River you could water ski at Healdsburg. Where did all the water go? Why…
Posts published by “Bruce Anderson”
My sorta friend, White Man, was ecstatic at San Francisco’s growing Asian population. Chuckling in anticipation of a Tiananmen-like purge of the hundreds of metropolitan irritations besieging him, White Man would say, “When the Chinese…
It’s been 50 years since Mendocino County fired Ted Erickson for saying that marijuana was Mendocino County’s number one export crop. Not only saying it, but writing it in his annual crop report. Erickson was…
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…
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…
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…
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…