When arriving home from a hike in the woods I dreaded the flashing light on the answering machine, the death light. Back in Indiana Pop…
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This morning was all about my old sports buddy Ray. First I was dragging my tax info out of a shelf and found the donation…
It was the time of year when the sidewalks of Garberville were crowded with pretty young women (and men I suppose) looking for work...
My friend drove me up to the doctor in Eureka in the pickup I lent him while his car was being repaired. I had been…
I was hanging around The Redwood Record in Garberville, California toward the end in 1995 and that place was a zoo: stoners, neurotics, alcoholics, and…
The iconic Woodrose Cafe in Garberville, California started in 1977 and was our unofficial community center for forty years, a local institution which is still…
My mother got out of brain surgery and after a couple weeks in rehab she went home. One sister traveled five hundred miles north to…
Marijuana was the surprise ingredient in the economy of the backwoods in the mid-seventies and made a lot of twenty-something dirty hippies, slackers, and university-educated…
It's all about attention: we all want it, we all need it, so how we gonna get it? There is a finite amount and social…