During my last stretch home in Ukiah I promised myself a leisurely trip out Mountain House Road. I cashed that promise in and left Hopland, heading south. I’ve lived 40 years in Ukiah, and like…
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My mature crew, a couple of fifty-something women, clipped and clipped and laughed and sang and talked. Sometimes they just shut up and listened to the radio, KMUD, the voice of the Weed-Woods. When the…
Historic parks being sold down the drain for a mess of parkage, bearded beatniks seeking peace of mind by chewing Zen-Zen, grown men fighting like kids over a multimillion-dollar stadium dedicated to a child’s game.…
Nostalgia and sentiment are grand emotions and I suspect most people devoted to the Bring Back the Palace movement are deep in the throes of rosy memories of lovely days gone by. I get it. …
O.J. hovered over the end of my bed. His white turf shoes were inches above the Astroturf and he’d never return to earth, even if, paradoxically, he was sure to run for a touchdown, football…
The first page of Henry Fothergill Chorley’s three-volume set of Music and Manners in France and Germany: A Series of Travelling Sketches of Art and Society published in London in 1841 finds the famed critic…
Those inspired by my tales of triumph and glory here in North Carolina might consider moving here. Be careful. It’s not inconceivable you’d find a place in the same town I’m in or even next…