Mendo County Jail Commander Timothy Pearce talks (briefly) about Glenn Sunkett's allegations of abuse.
Posts published in “Day: February 17, 2010”
With Fred living at one end of the Valley and myself at the other, and no obvious quiet spot in town to meet, we decided…
Greetings one and all. If you are sitting comfortably then I shall begin. Let’s go straight to The Whine of the Week. I was disappointed…
The most efficient way to become familiar with the wildlife of the southern Arizona desert is to visit the Sonoran Desert Museum, which is actually…
Dandelions are blooming along Lambert Lane. When I walk into town in the mornings or evenings I work up a sweat, overdressed for the balmy…
Glenn Sunkett, convicted home invader, would like nothing more than to fire Linda Thompson, public defender and, to hear Sunkett tell it, architect of his conviction.
The Pacific Fisheries Management Council (PFMC), a quasi-governmental body that manages West Coast fisheries, on February 11 released alarming numbers showing that California’s once most abundant salmon run collapsed to an all-time record low in 2009.
I spent my early childhood in a trailer park in Texas so, until I became an emergency physician in Oakland, I thought I knew something about barriers to healthcare access, and maybe even something about poverty. The Emergency Department at the Oakland county hospital has around 75,000 visits a year — say, 200 a day. It has 43 beds; because of overcrowding, there are ‘extra’ patient beds in the hallways, which have ended up being designated as official patient-care areas: first came Hallway 1, then, a year later, Hallway 2, and now Hallway 3 as well. At night the ED usually has one supervising physician with a couple of housestaff — trainee doctors — a student or two, and around ten nurses; there is double supervising coverage from the late morning through to about 2 AM, the hours of heaviest traffic.
For sale, at auction, opening bids welcome: one used airliner in bad condition. No engines, no avionics, no chance of flying again. Missing doors, missing rafts and emergency chutes, distressed cabin, heavy damage to the belly of the rear fuselage, the wings lopped off. View by appointment with the owners, Chartis — a new name for a large section of AIG. The wreckage is in storage in New Jersey; the successful bidder must remove their acquisition within one month of sale or rent will be charged.
“The heartbeat of Caspar has stopped,” a grandmother grieved, when the Caspar Lumber Company mill closed down. But the 1955 report of Caspar’s death was premature. Caspar’s heart lay not in its mill but in its community, a long dormant force that flamed back to potent vitality when sparked by a real estate crisis in 1997.
For many years afterward I’d approach this date with deep, dark trepidation, convinced that some sort of disaster was certain to befall me. The one…