“Don’t know how I done it,” the Coosie said out loud to no one in particular. He shook his head and let out a long sigh. “Its okay Slim,” one of the young buckaroos commented. They had all heard it before and they didn’t want to hear it again. They all sat around the campfire…

A couple of his classmates snickered when they heard Kyle say, “I’ll join.” Then one of the girls said, “Coach couldn’t even get you to run a hundred steps last year during P.E.” Kyle ignored the remark and the chuckling and kept his hand raised to make certain that the new Cross Country coach had seen him.…

In 1969, a past, current and a future U.S. president walked through the redwoods in Orick, jus’ south of Del Norte. They were Lyndon Johnson, who a few months prior held the title, Richard Nixon who was president at the time, and California Governor Ronald Reagan, who would be elected president a little more than a decade later.…

It was the first day of the New Year and Mom and Dad were still in bed after celebrations the night before. My brother and I were trying to entertain ourselves and that’s how we ended up in trouble. It was the far end of the field, across from the Morgan’s and behind Mrs. Teshudi’s…

Buddy Mouser died May 14, 2007. He was born July 12, 1944 in Tehachapi; and was a 57-year resident of Del Norte County making his home in Klamath He was a graduate of Del Norte High School, worked as a logger for 50 years, as well as a commercial fisherman. Buddy was 62.

Patty Lien died in Klamath, May 31, 2007. She was born in Wiesbaden, Germany, on Dec. 31, 1960, to Wesley and Ruth German. She moved to Klamath with her parents in 1961 and resided there the rest of her life. Patricia graduated from Margaret Keating School in 1974 and went on to Del Norte High…

Oscar Taylor Gensaw, Sr., a member of the Yurok Tribe, died May 3, 2007, at his home in Klamath at the age of 71. He was born June 9, 1935, in Requa. He was a logger for 36 years, a fish guide for tourists in the early years on the Klamath River. Mr. Gensaw, as…

I am growing old now Grey and stiff each day Lost in life called living. It is all I can do for me To rise with the break of day And live the life I am given. Sorrow comes, happiness too For that final, everlasting day When I can rest and rise to Heaven.

This morning I woke up to find this in my email box. I figured I’d share it with you, jus’ in case something becomes of it – and lordy – I hope nothing does. It’s a lot to read, but I hope you enjoy its ridiculousness: Saturday, August 12, 2006 Sparks Tribune’s Tom Darby Takes…

It’s a real pain in the ass to be disrespected by people who don’t really know me. Last night I got an email from an Internet news-style service I had written for. They basically fired me as a writer and I don’t rightly know why. In the email, it said “After further review…,” which implied…