The Town Crier

Martinez, California (where I live) is unusual in a number of ways. One of those ways is, we had a town crier just a few years ago. His name was Redmond O’Colonies, and he was a real character. He was not from Martinez – he was a brit. A teller of stories, a...

The Trainwreck of Ambition

The day started out like any other. I began my day with strenuous calisthenics, which consisted of lifting 220 pounds just getting out of bed. I padded into the kitchen, put on a pot of some “nerve mud”, pried the cat off of my leg and sat down to check my e-mail....

The Trespassers

Good Saturday morning. In deference to one of our regular web site visitors who asked, via an e-mail yesterday, why it is that I seem to think anyone would be interested in the weather here in Jamestown, I will not start today’s Welcome column by telling you that the...

The Uncandidate Statement

Do you remember that pinched face you’d get when your mom tried giving cod liver oil or some other foul tasting cold remedy? I thought I always took that stuff like a man when I was a kid, and the looks my sisters would make as my mom probed their mouths with the...