There have been more than a few paragraphs in this organ devoted to tales of my criminal ineptitude, and that phrase can be interpreted both ways: I am both criminally inept, and a laughably inept…
Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”
The Chief made mention of the Fort Bragg Harbor in the Off the Record section recently, comparing it favorably to the Cannery Row section of Monterey Harbor, or at least the Steinbeckian version of it.…
It's 2018, ladles and jellyspoons, say it with me. Add ’em up and say it out loud, two thousand and eighteen years since — well, that's all speculation. A great many things are alleged to…
If you were going to try to pin me down politically, and I wouldn't advise it, it might be necessary to compile something like one of those monstrous Teutonic train-car constructions they use to describe…
I was working as assistant chowdermaster in Mendocino County's worst seafood restaurant, which shall of course remain nameless. I have no desire to interfere with anyone's livelihood, particularly someone as well-meaning and earnest in their…
It's Thanksgiving as I write this — the holidays will inexorably assert themselves despite our (my) best efforts to ignore them, every year like clockwork (or calendarwork, really) — and it occurs to me that…
In the annals of Americana there is a particularly virulent and widespread trope infecting the memoirs of boyhood, the one about the Object of Desire, its discovery, what it symbolizes, the sacrifices one makes to…
I would like to get one thing straight before I get rolling, lest someone get the wrong impression and take me for one of those tiresome geezers who think somehow, in the face of mountains…
I was on my way to visit the bustling metropolis of Leggett for the very first time, riding shotgun in an early-90s vintage Buick having the unfortunate color scheme so prevalent on GM cars of…