When are you leaving? they been asking me for months now. Oh, about a week, I've been saying for months. Last Saturday morning I sat…
Posts published by “Spec MacQuayde”
“Kiss me,” she said. Fly and I both sat bolt upright and gazed perplexed into one another's eyes with the aid of the scant green…
The cabin was clearly occupied. Smoke snaked from the double-walled, galvanized, chimney pipe. A lamp burned, illuminating the solarium. The German Shepherd pup bounded like…
"Jabbering away all night," my friend Crystal had said methamphetamine does. This would be my first and essentially last experience with the powerful stimulant. Fly…
We were still effectively lost on the slopes of Hatchet Mountain, two pilgrims packing garbage bags stuffed with moist, freshly-harvested marijuana, probably trespassing with every…
Sunday morning there was a message on the answering machine from a neighboring rancher who said he'd found a dead goat in the middle of…
There we were, the guy “Fly” and I literally dangling on a limb of this outstretched madrone trunk, gripping another branch for dear life with…
As the wild oat and its cousins transform the south slopes from bleached gold to emerald green, the poison oak leaves take on the same…
Returning to the farm on Friday afternoon I was surprised to discover a flock of maybe two dozen seagulls lining the ridge of the roof…
If the Giants had played host to the final two games of the playoffs, the National League Pennant series might still hang in the balance…
On Saturday morning the boys made a beeline for the Boonville Farmers' Market once they'd stuffed their guts on blueberry pancakes at the General Store.…