My $1200 stimulus check was burning a hole in my bank account. It was initially meant for a flight from Sacramento to Atlanta to lay eyes on the Mount Rushmore of the Confederacy at Stone Mountain, Georgia. I can’t say exactly why — the Reb World’s longest ball of twine? But I was also there […]
Trucks, trucks and more trucks. Unfortunately, that’s the initial reaction of my recent trip north from Sacramento to Dunsmuir. Apparently the covid hasn’t kept the big wheelers from truckin’ on — maybe more of them just more obvious because of the lack of regular pre-covid traffic. Interstate 5 is always trucks anyway, heading north in […]
I’m riding my bike from 22nd and K. Street where I live sort of uptown to 8th and J Street to the UPS store, post office and groceries. My first and foremost observation is this city’s homeless disaster. It’s always awful here, but now the plague, the walking dead, humanity, civilization lost, almost empty Covid […]
This is for all the former Marine Corps “grunts” who might have served at Camp Las Pulgas, Camp Pendleton, California, the gruesome high dry desert where we trained for the jungles of Vietnam. Not the easiest process for getting back on the base. Just show my Purple Heart at the gate and I’m on? No […]
I’m no great fan of the viewing zoo but that ark part gets my attention all the time. Time’s up for so many species that at the zoo may eventually be all that’s left of a lot of them.
My friend Fred works for the Mountain Lion Foundation. Can’t have a foundation without mountain lions so we must be doing something right here in California. Fred’s official title has to do with legal and technical but he does a bit more than that: like advising and instructing ranch owners and many more with some […]
In your life you must go to Yellowstone. If you can’t or haven’t, come on, come along. I was a tour bus driver and a park ranger there for several seasons. I’ve been taking folks who have never been for years, always early October — the tourist crowds of summer have gone and all the […]
“If you ever plan to lower West…” take Greyhound, not exactly the best. From Charlottesville, Virginia across to Sacramento. Blame it on Trump. I flew east mto Dulles, DC and wanted to slow-celebrate Hillary’s victory back across those bus stops of America. Well, we know how that turned out. But I decided to do something […]
My brother lives in Charlottesville Virginia and is employed as a supervisor and tour guide at Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello. My brother Bob now gives a somewhat new slavery tour of Monticello. TJ was a slave owner. All seems most appropriate for our tour of the new National Museum.
Wounded Knee. Enough said? Reason enough to be going to Washington DC to see the new National Museum of the American Indian. Not that the massacre history of the tribes in the museum’s historic intent, but… One other personally pertinent reason? The state Indian Museum in Sacramento at Sutter’s Fort. I had the privilege of […]
Of course I couldn’t wait. Waveland Avenue. Of course it’s the street outside the left-field wall of Wrigley Field, Chicago. I’d been doing some Frank Lloyd Wright, some Hemingway, in Chicago and some Buddy Holly out in Iowa. Back in Chicago to go home to California. Of course, a game in May in Wrigley. Cubs […]