The thing I look most forward to reading each week when I receive my Advertiser — well, most weeks — okay, on the semi-rare occasions when the paper shows up — fine! Both times that…
Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”
I doubt that I'm the first person to wonder where it is they're coming from, when the cows come home; you don't see a lot of cows, not at home. If there's grazing to be…
It was a bad day. A monumentally unpleasant, seriously discommoding, entirely disagreeable sort of day. In the Bad Day annals of the Bad Day pantheon, it occupied an honored spot on a tasteful display, dramatically…
I suddenly find myself after 17 months of indolence here at Desert View State Prison trying mostly futilely to occupy my days in an interesting and productive fashion, employed. I shall be molding young criminal…
I recently sat down with the Stony Lonesome for a hard-hitting, take no prisoners, straight from the hip interview. He rarely allows journalists entree into his circle, so I felt quite privileged — as should…
CAUTION! DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON THE OCEAN! You see the signs up and down the Mendocino Coast, wherever land, people and sea interface; often, the signs are accompanied by grisly descriptions of hapless…
I'm sitting here looking at the February 11 issue of this journal and wondering what I should make of the fact of my work being honored with placement on the front page, above the fold,…
It is Valentine's Day and I will not be receiving any cards. There will be no phone calls, no visits, declarations of love everlasting, because I — wait for it — got no sweetie. I know, hard to believe, right? I'm sure that not a few of you singletons out there are thinking, jeepers, if a jamoke of his radiance and fabulosity can't wrangle a dame, then what chance have I got?
In 2010 I was experiencing a period of sobriety and employment and so consorting with my sober friends, one of whom is local (Fort Bragg) man-about-town bon vivant and impresario Joseph Sverko. Joseph is the motivating force behind the annual Footlighters show and as such its writer, director, producer, costumer, and star. In addition to using an established group of amateur thesbians, he regularly enlists his friends to both act in and labor for the production although perhaps “enlists” does not really capture the spirit of force majeure that Joseph employs in his hyperzealous conscriptive efforts; “Shanghai” comes to mind, or maybe “press gang.”