I smelled Mendocino long before I ever visited her sylvan slopes and verdant valleys, and at a significant remove, too — roughly a thousand miles. A heady aroma it was, rich, complex, dank, earthy, evocative…
Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”
If prison has taught me anything — and it damn well better have, representing at this point about 23% of my life thus far, a significantly longer period than that of my formal education —…
A spokesman for one of the police departments currently under scrutiny for summarily executing illegal lane-changers had this to say in his trigger-happy officer's defense: "Our number-one priority is always going to be officer safety."…
I recently heard a radio interviewee make a statement so ridiculous, so patently absurd, so willfully obtuse, that I felt I must, from atop my lofty perch here at the Stony Lonesome Department of Supercilious…
I don't want to poke at any sore spots — I am nothing if not sensitive to the triggers and flashpoints of the paper's readership — but the thing that gets me through the week…
There is a particular type of addict known colloquially as a "garbagehead." I might more appropriately say that there's a general rather than particular stripe of enthusiast known suchly, because the hallmark of a garbagehead…
If I were a big game hunter, one place I would absolutely not ply my trade would be a zoo. It wouldn't be an honest day’s work. Not at all sporting, completely unfair, and unthinkable…
It was a lovely early summer Albion day and I was enjoying it in the front yard with my Hungarian bombshell neighbor. Hungarian-American, I suppose is appropriate since she wasn't an emigre or refugee, and…
It appears that Native Americans are currently part of the national cultural conversation and I — well, wait. I should probably qualify that by saying that the concept and conception of Native Americans is being…