Israel expanded its attacks on Iran on Monday, striking the headquarters of its state television broadcaster while anchors were live on air, as the fiercest and deadliest confrontation in the history of the Israeli-Iranian conflict…
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Not every highway pullout is worth a stop, but I think every one of them on the Mendocino Coast just might be worthy of visiting. And the latest proof is one just south of the…
CLEAN CALIFORNIA PROJECT BREAKS GROUND ON A NEW SPORTS FIELD AND TRACK TO BRING SAFE, CLEAN, AND ACCESSIBLE OUTDOOR FACILITIES TO ANDERSON VALLEY JUNIOR SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL BOONVILLE — A groundbreaking ceremony was held Friday…
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Reflections on Thorne Dreyer’s Notes from the Underground (New Journalism Project, $27). Have you noticed? Sixties folk—organizers, activists, pacifists, feminists and liberationists of all stripes—can’t seem to get enough of the era when they made…
Slightly condensed from an article in the March 1949 American Legion Magazine by Paul Gardner (my dad, whose folder of yellowed clippings I’ve been looking through.) In mid-summer of 1946 Bill Veeck limped into Cleveland…