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The Manure Chronicles, Part II

“Pleasure is spread through the earth in stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.”— William Wordsworth Long ago in the Santa Cruz of 1972, I was a member of a large commune occupying…

You’re A Real San Franciscan If…

• You're a real San Franciscan if you oppose the SF 49ers moving to Santa Clara.

• Not bothered by naked people…A friend and I were in SOMA the same weekend as the last Folsom St. Festival. There was a group of guys near us that included a guy in short short leather shorts who was handcuffed and chained to another man's nipple. The shorts guy was also barefoot. My friend was astonished only that he was barefoot, the handcuffs and chains didn't bother her, just the idea that he was walking barefoot on the city streets.

‘Shepherds Of The Nation’

Despite my better judgment and sometimes sensitive stomach, I caught a bit of the latest Republican candidate debate the other evening. The one benefit was that I finally figured out why an obscure old song…

The Head Ride III

This one’s going to be a real head ride. It’s a ride in my head going on right now. No need for a boring tire pressure check or filling up at the local fossil fuel…

Pardon Power

The Mississippi Supreme Court has upheld two-term Republican Gov. Haley Barbour’s pardons. This quintessential southern good old boy issued 203 of them in January on his last day in office, a hefty total for Mississippi.…

On The Murder Of Mountain Lions

Surely you’ve been following the controversy surrounding California Fish & Game Commission President Dan Richards, who took a hunting trip up to Idaho and ended up slaughtering a mountain lion with high-powered weaponry for kicks.…

Abandoning Reason

Last week The California Report aired a special program on the decision to close 70 California State Parks, including 8 in Mendocino County. Among the jewels of California’s State Park system are Hendy Woods, Jug…

The Manure Chronicles, Part I

Sandy calls to say she’s gotten permission to harvest rabbit manure from her friend’s rabbit barn. So I load my wheelbarrow and a big shovel into my little old pickup and head for Fort Bragg. A sunny spring morning, the angry winds of the past few days in abeyance, I roll along the Comptche-Ukiah Road at forty miles per and try to remember if over the decades of gathering manure for my various gardens, I have ever scored more than a baggy of rabbit manure. Horse, mule, cow, sheep, goat, chicken…but never a truckload of rabbit poop, until today.

Arline Day, A Personal Memory

Arline Day-Chambers passed away Saturday in Ashland, Oregon. She was 94. “Nana,” as she was always known among her family, was a fourth generation Californian born to Lovell and Helen Hunter Hamilton and raised on…

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