Cornish Miners

Good morning and Merry Christmas and the Happiest of Holidays from Whiskey Creek. We’re kind of busting with anticipation around here this week. Both our boys and their families will be driving up to the mountains. Thirteen years ago I posted a Welcome column...

Cornish Miners

My son Phillip arrived on Thanksgiving Day with another of his get rich quick schemes. He and his brother and I would pan for gold in Whiskey Creek and split all proceeds three ways. Cynic Peter balked at the idea until I pointed out that fortune hunting in our own...

Corona Virus Blues

Daily Grist #1: “The more populous the world and the more intricate its structure, the greater must be its fundamental insecurity. A world structure too elaborately scientific, if once disrupted by war, revolution, natural cataclysm or epidemic, might collapse into a...

Country Is…

I recently went to a Country Music jam at the home of our friends, Jim and Carol Johnston. They live on a mountaintop in Aromas, a quaint little town near the coast. There were many people there that I had met and jammed with at CBA functions. It dawned on me that if...

Country Isn’t Country Any More?

I’ve noticed recently at bluegrass festivals hearing bands say something like, “Does anyone want to hear a REAL country song?” which is always greeted with applause, even cheers. The songs, often covers of George Jones or Hank Williams, but including many other...