Remembering Jam Class

My introduction into the Bay Area bluegrass community began, oddly enough, at an Oscars party. It was March 2003 when I walked several blocks in the rain to a Sunday night gathering of movie buffs, and a few jammers, none of whom I had ever met. I was expecting a jam,...

Biscuits and Gravy

(Editor’s note.  Reading Carolyn’s  column from the past is making me hungry.  It is not easy to find truly worthy biscuits and gravy) Nothing is more comforting, savory, tasty and satisfying to eat for breakfast than biscuits and gravy. Objectively, it’s just a pile...

Some Things I Don’t Understand

Like a lot of folks, I have spent considerable time during the pandemic sheltered in place, and passing the time without going nuts involves a considerable amount of reading – and watching TV. I have read a lot of good books and immersed myself in movies and...

Going Down the OBS Rabbit Hole

(EDITOR’S NOTE–No, yer not seeing things. Maggie’s column about the Orange Blossom Special DID run Christmas day. But it was so derned good, the consensus around here was that it should stay up another day. If you were out Christmasing yesterday and...

Katie Casey was Baseball Mad

(Editor’s note: with baseball season approaching, here’s an old one from Raymond Gorman) Just a few cool days ago, I had the privilege of one of the best seats in an Arizona ballpark to share some time with the 2017 Chicago White Sox as they readied for a new year in...