Sparks Fly

Sparks Fly

  Sparks flew, literally, on the night that Josh and Sadie met. Josh was at a party at a friend of a friend’s house, he hardly knew anyone and was wondering just what the hell he was doing there in the first place. Some boorish dude with an oversized ego was...
Thimbleberry Lane

Thimbleberry Lane

If you have a change of heart You can finish what you start What’s lost you shall regain Down on Thimbleberry Lane Travel north on Highway 101 along the Oregon coast and just outside of Port Orford you’ll pass a small street sign for Thimbleberry Lane. Don’t blink or...
Captain Trips, Thirty Years On

Captain Trips, Thirty Years On

August 9th marked the 30th anniversary of Jerry Garcia’s passing. The Grateful Dead were a band from 1965-1995, that’s thirty years. We are now at the point in time where Jerry has been gone longer than the band he founded was in existence. My tenure as an active...
A Blur Of Bartenders

A Blur Of Bartenders

Clink go the glasses, chunks of ice cascade into tall, frosty mugs, the bartenders are a blur of activity: one has a swinging brown ponytail and overalls, gold hoop earrings sway from her earlobes, arm tattoos and a side tatt revealed when she raises her right arm to...
A Dreamy Day On The Russian River

A Dreamy Day On The Russian River

It was a slow, lazy glide down the Russian River yesterday. Carol and I slid our kayaks into the water on a cool, foggy morning at Steelhead Beach for the eight mile trip to Johnson’s Beach in Guerneville. One of the many benefits of retirement is being able to enjoy...