My Senior Year at AV High

In the fall of 1971 I was about to be cut off at the knees if I didn't “do something productive” with my life. I was 17 and had been out of school for a year, a casualty of “dress code” politics. (I'd braided a foot-long eagle feather into my hair in honor of the first Native American Week, and when I refused to take it out, they kicked me out.)…

Trivia, Trivia

Rock and Roll Trivia — This may be the most trivial bit of rock and roll trivia there is. Everyone knows what…

The Toxic Bank

Why be concerned about Big Timber and arrogant public agencies (e.g., Caltrans) use of toxins? For me, it started as friends and…

A Matter of Degrees

The football season has ended with the usual quota of scandals and reports of violent criminal activities by thugs hired to play…

National Notes

BILL'S MOTHER'S MILK: The Bill Clinton Presidential Museum, richly endowed by AFOBs (Asian Friends of Bill), should be quite a place when…