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…
Posts published by “Crawdad Nelson”
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…
The grizzled old philosopher/working man/lifelong confirmed stoner I used to get weed from when I lived in Arcata is being evicted from his sandy little…
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…
The boys were flying on acid on the veneer line, that much I knew. I never worked on veneer but I saw it done. A…
I was minding my own business when I heard the thump of heavy footwear on the porch. I stepped outside in time to intercept two…
We rolled out of Lemmon Valley, just north of Reno, late on an icy night in December. My brother had insisted that a little midwinter…
June of 1977 there was uncertainty about the future of the mill in Fort Bragg. At that time it had been in operation for over…
I’ll admit I was down-and-out. I was borderline Fun Bunch. But these things are subjective. One man’s pith is another’s drivel. I was in the…