It's just about impossible to find a nice healthy attractive woman these days, although there seem to be many angry addicted ones available. When you get to be an older man that is the normal…
Posts published by “Paul Modic”
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 was taken to the emergency room a few times when…
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 envelope for “Nick's Interns” that I hadn't sent in yet.…
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 seeing my PA in Arcata but wanted a second opinion—no…
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 freaks — I guess I fit right in. There was…
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 going strong. At her thirtieth birthday party the owner and…
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 take care of her and both were up during the…
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 back-to-the-landers rich overnight when awareness of sinsemilla arrived. (The high…