My recent comments about The Donald and his controversial campaign for the Presidency have resulted in the devil incarnate, Ted Cruz, escaping my Turkey Vulture wrath, rhyme, and reason.
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GREENWOOD RIDGE VINEYARDS SOLD
Alan Green writes:
Looking back, it doesn’t seem possible that I’ve been in the wine business for more than forty years, but it’s true. Recently, since I don’t have kids to take over, I’ve been trying to find someone to continue what I’ve worked to build over the years. Now I think I have. I am pleased to be able to pass the reins over to Ken Wilson and his family and staff.
Hillary Clinton is more popular than The Donald with general election voters according to “reputable polls.” However, those same polls also reflect that she still has the highest unfavorable rating, 53%, of any Democratic candidate in the past 30 years.
WE ARE SADDENED at the passing of Joyce Schreiner, a long-time resident of Boonville who'd been in failing health for some time. Our deepest condolences to Brian Schreiner and the Schreiner family. CSD BOARD TRUSTEE…
As the school closes for a week, it’s always a pleasure to see some of our local schoolteachers enjoying an end-of-quarter drink or two at The Buckhorn as they were last Friday afternoon. Some odd-ball and narrow-minded folks may think this inappropriate but they would be wrong. I would much prefer it if my children were taught by a socially-comfortable person who can enjoy a beer or a glass of wine with co-workers to celebrate Spring Break, like a “normal” person, rather than by someone who disapproves of such behavior or who frowns upon those that do.
DON CARSON has died. He lived for years in the last house at the top of Lambert Lane, Boonville, with his wife, Betsy, a talented artist who died two years ago. Don had been housebound…
They’re back! No, I’m not referring to the helicopter-like sound pollution of the frost protection fans used by certain Valley wineries; not yet anyway. I’m referring to the beautiful sight of blossoms on the apple trees; the delightful vistas of buttercups and daisies scattered around the hillsides; the heart-warming glimpses of lambs prancing in the pastures; and the comforting sound of the metal bats of the high school baseball team crushing balls into outfields and beyond. One and all are just some of the gloriously bucolic sights and sounds of the Valley in springtime.