Her tee-shirt, Tight blue jeans, Wind-blown long hair, And a smile so sweet; She had me at ‘Hi’ Oh, how she knew it, I was falling, She pushed me from the cliff, Where the water is deep. Continue reading

Though sparsely populated by East Coast and Western European standards, American Indians had lived along the coast and in the mountainous interior for at least 3,000 years. Before Crescent City was established in 1853, a trail existed down the coast… Continue reading

Summertime is here, although one would not know it with the way the weather has been the last few months. Several years ago I had the job of doing the weekend weather forecast at a station in Eureka, California. I’ve… Continue reading

The Yurok Tribe had long lived along the banks of the Klamath River by the time European and American explorers found the waterway. Those included a group of miners aboard the Cameo on its second voyage exploring the North coast… Continue reading

Just over a year ago, I bit down hard on my faith. I became a true and hardened believer in Christ Jesus. To this end, I have made it a practice to study my bible daily, pray as often as… Continue reading

Time once again to start that annual outing to your family’s favorite vacation spot. If your family is anything like mine, then that spot is a campground. And like every year we have to be careful about the use of… Continue reading

While working at John Asquaga’s Nugget in Sparks, one of my keno writing supervisors was an ancient and long-time cowboy named Kenny, bowed legs and a big rodeo belt buckle. I cannot remember his last name. He had grown up… Continue reading

Right before he committed suicide, he said, “They are not telling the truth about what is going on down there.” One year after the Oklahoma City bombings, the officer who saved eight lives was found dead under strange circumstances. On… Continue reading

Thank goodness for my note-taking skills as I share a tale that seems straight out of a Spaghetti Western comedy as we go back to the 70s when the Comstock became an unlikely battleground for the Silver City Guard’s wild… Continue reading

1989, I think, is when I first met Silver City’s David Toll. Initial impressions were scarce, but as time wove its divine course, his tales proved a rare solace in a world bereft of narrative grace. Toll, I discovered, was… Continue reading