This is your banjo on drugs.

Forty-plus years ago when I was (as Ron Thomason is fond of saying) “just a little redneck” and just beginning to play my banjo in establishments where adult beverages were served, I was occasionally offered a free libation by a friendly barperson.I always asked for a...

This is Your Brain on Bluegrass

I must have music to listen to when I exercise. Otherwise, it’s a matter of staring at the LCD readouts on the treadmill, watching each fraction of a mile and each calorie progress at an absolute snail pace. Without the music, thirty minutes can seem more like four...

This Year’s Day Before Thanksgiving Column

Since I write the Wednesday Welcome Column, every year I get the prime spot at Thanksgiving time. This Thanksgiving, my family and I will be giving thanks for the presence of my mother, who has come through some serious threats to her health just a few days ago, and...

Thoughts on Campouts, Jamming and Words

Let’s see, what shall I write about? What’s on my mind? More aptly – what’s on my mind that I can tell the rest of the world about? Well, the campout this weekend is on my mind. I am looking forward to heading out to Turlock and enjoying the company of extended CBA...

Thousands Of People Disappear In Grass Valley

Sarah Bellum is a graduate student at California State University, Sacramento. She lives in Grass Valley, California. Her thesis project for her Masters Degree involves a strange phenomenon that occurs every year in Grass Valley, always during the middle of June. A...