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The Bronwen Hanes sentencing early last week proved to be a textbook exhibit of perp denial. All evidence to the contrary, Ms. Hanes, and her volatile boy friend, Tommy Lemons Jr., placed blame for their difficulties everywhere but where they belong — on themselves.
The Mendocino Coast District Hospital (MCDH) Board of Directors held a meeting Thursday night, September 29th. Maybe you didn't hear about it. No worries, they only approved $4 million worth of uninsured new debt revenue…
Joe Munson was finally ready to pay his lawyer when the police paid him a visit on Monday morning. Last week, Sonoma County returned to Munson — an inveterate grower of medical cannabis who, raided…
WHERE’S WOODHOUSE? The Third District Supervisor missed a Board of Supervisors meeting on September 13th. There were vague references to a personal or family situation that caused his absence. Woodhouse then missed the joint meeting…
ABOUT 2PM SUNDAY a half-dozen people chanting demands to save the forests walked briskly through Boonville. Four men carrying a redwood sapling were the focus of the group's display, and a couple of people appeared to be dressed in green, lending the procession a vaguely druidic cast. Spotting my young friend Miguel across the street near Boont Berry Farm just as the funereal mini-procession passed from view, I asked him what had just happened. "Heepies," he explained without elaborating.
I have been enjoying the occasional stint in the Mendocino High School gym assisting coach Jim Young with training his most promising basketball players. The ambience of the indoor court takes me back to my two years as a gym rat at UC Santa Cruz in the late 1960s when that university was only a few years old. I was not much interested in academia, and when I wasn’t writing my fledgling fiction or throwing a Frisbee or hunting for pianos to play, I could be found in the field house playing basketball.