Dramatic climate change never seemed like a debatable topic to me, having walked with bare feet on its direct effects as a child. I can…
Posts published by “Spec MacQuayde”
With the return of sunshine, the acre or so of sand protected from wind by our wooded pasture lot, house, and barn, is heating, drying,…
The week after Christmas the boys, my second ex, and I stayed in the home of Luke and Emily Frey, in Redwood Valley. "The Frey…
Over the two weeks I was fortunate enough to stay with friends on maybe half a dozen farms or ranches in Mendo, I visited as…
“Never go in Kincaid Holler after dark,” they always warned us. The Kincaids reinforced the frightened prejudices of the German farmers. From the other side…
Saturday morning I was trying to sleep in, but the phone rang about eight. It was my current employer, Mort O'Henry. “Spec?” “Man, I didn't…
Let my faithful blue heeler bitch, Lupe, spend the night in the house on Friday night, since son was spending the weekend at a friend's…
For years I always joked that my blue heeler bitch was going to leave me for a guy who had a pick-up truck. I was…
The weather turned out sunny and gorgeous, if a bit breezy, for the 43rd annual “Old Verona Days” festival, this past weekend. Judging by the…
The country roads in our valley are decorated with blowing cornhusks and broken pumpkins, remnants of crops not intended for human consumption, as the autumn…
A steady mist descends from the vague cloud cover, preventing me yet again from ascending the barn roof to repair the flapping, corrugated steel. "You…