I met Eric Clapton while sailing on San Francisco Bay in the late summer of 1967. His band, Cream, was playing at the Fillmore Auditorium in San Francisco, their first time on the West coast.…
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From the time I met him in the 1990s as a one-man stampede through local bars and saloons until they found him dead on his kitchen floor, he was a big, belligerent, malignant, wonderful caustic…
Any first timer to the Orange County Falltacular Friday night bottle share should be cautioned. And caution my first timing guest I did. Chris was my last minute invite to the Dana Point Friday night…
Correction I got a fact wrong in last week’s print edition. Kirk Anderson, Cannacraft’s Chief Operating Officer (2016-2018), did not then get involved with their supposedly independent lab. “Kirk’s key role at Cannacrtaft in 2018,”…
I remember standing over the hospital bed in my father’s bedroom, an hour before he died. He couldn’t talk anymore and thrashed from side to side in great agitation, his eyes rolling wildly in his…
I remember when the spitball was legal and when Three Finger Mordecai Brown had five fingers and when the 1929 Seals had a club that could have beaten most of the majors and when the…
Social media from China suggests a significant surge in COVID cases following the government’s abrupt halt of its Zero-COVID policy. Chinese doctors and nurses, along with desperate families of COVID patients, are posting stories of…
It's 1972. I'm seventeen smoking a joint on an old tractor at a farmhouse we're renting for $45 a month in Solsberry, Indiana outside Bloomington. Ice cream cones are five cents in the store down…