The sheriff’s dispatcher gave exact coordinates over the phone, out to seven digits I believe, so we knew exactly where the hiker was in relation…
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Eureka has a steamy, half starved look, especially late in the year from the second story as I turn to my right and stare out…
The road out of Gualala, at least the road I chose, climbed from a pleasant creekbottom, cooled by tall trees and damp breezes, abruptly and…
Saving the earth through recycling is big business, judging by the number of can and bottle buyers set up in parking lots and empty corners…
I found myself on the grassy series of knobs headed uphill into dark woods, the old stage coach route which picked out a somewhat more…
I’d prefer not to call the cops. I don’t have anything against cops and I don’t fear them. Some of my friends and relatives are…
At dawn I’m in the grassy roadway just a few yards away from the Caspar cemetery, a peaceful and rustic spot surrounded by a venerable…
Whistling down the Amtrak line in the region of Fernley, Nevada, about five in the afternoon, in the observation car under a lid of smoke…
In a Sacramento coffee shop, I was greeted by the joyous visage of Judi Bari, fist raised at some long-ago rally, with the bold question "Who Bombed Judi Bari?" printed across the flyer.