As an inveterate, sometimes professional, forager, scanning wet sand and gravel for colorful fragments of glass is routine stuff. As far as that goes, I…
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I just cashed in 30 pounds of beer bottles, three pounds of aluminum — mostly beer cans — and about three pounds of plastic, nearly…
Two things are remarkable about the last 35,000 years of human history: that things have remained so stable, and that so much has changed. If,…
The squirrels are starting to look a little better every year — not really because of anything they're doing differently, but in light of the…
Perhaps I deserved to spend a stormy night on the side of Highway 101 in a crapped-out Ford Courier pickup, watching the lightning flash and…
From the deck of an 18-footer fully loaded for a sport crab run, the sea looked pretty nice before noon. Crossing the Noyo bridge, we…
It's an unhappy day all around, at the end of it headed south on my bike out of Arcata through Bayside and just about ready…
Sacramento doesn't have a noon whistle. Instead, they blow a siren for a full minute on the last Friday of the month. It's not the…
I died in April, 1979, a Saturday morning that I seem, now, to remember as being sunny and animated, as most sunny spring days on…