Timber Fire;
Ukiah Shelter;
Rural Broadband;
James Larsen;
Library Politics;
Crimes of the Week;
PA Field Station;
Insider Money;
Credit Debt;
Last Evening;
Catch of the Day;
Republicans Meet;
Budget Tour;
AIPAC Congress;
Rogers Rehash
Anderson Valley Advertiser
Saturday Night Out;
Chief Rumors;
Roadside Plunge;
Fire Update;
Political Corruption;
Grand Jurying;
Burning Man;
Catch of the Day;
Willits Water Problems;
The House;
Firewood Program Ends
Confidential Incompetence & Cruelty;
Laytonville Lightning Fires;
Priest Penpals Prisoner;
Prune Packer to Pros;
No Water, No Fish;
New Willits Medicopter;
Catch of the Day
Last week, a group of Mendo grape growers led by a Redwood Valley grape grower and PhD psychotherapist named Dr. Rudolph Light, announced that they would appeal the recent state appellate court's overturn of Mendo Judge Ann Moorman’s hometown ruling that the Water Board couldn't require local grape growers to devise their own plans to minimize fish strandings. Mass fingerling death has occurred when the grape people all turn on their pumps at once.
As promised in my previous article, here are descriptions of a few more local folks as I remember them during my time in Anderson Valley from the late 1950s to the late 1980s. Jack Clow…
Mendocino County has always been a food-producing region. For thousands of years, Native Peoples organized their travels and daily activities to take advantage of the availability of seasonal foods.
We approach the twentieth anniversary of the wilderness trek of the two greatest radical journalists of our time: the late Alexander Cockburn and Bruce Anderson, editor and publisher of America’s Last Newspaper—Anderson Valley Advertiser. In…
Last night I attended the Mendocino Music Festival’s third orchestral concert of this year’s festival, my wife a cellist in the most excellent orchestra. The second half of the program was Symphony No. 2 in E minor by Sergei Rachmaninoff, a massive work that lasted more than an hour. The third movement of the four-movement symphony was especially moving to me—the glorious music swamping my psyche and catalyzing several epiphanies about the novel I’m currently writing.