Forget the Vincent Black Lightning, 1952 —

by | Aug 14, 2008 | Welcome Column

The older I get, the harder it seems to be to get the van packed up to go to a festival. For one thing, I almost never get the job done without somehow making my back sore. Before Grass Valley I got one of my sons to come over and help me get the heavy, awkward third...

Forget the Vincent Black Lightning, 1952

by | May 30, 2017 | Welcome Column

The older I get, the harder it seems to be to get the van packed up to go to a festival. For one thing, I almost never get the job done without somehow making my back sore. Before Grass Valley I got one of my sons to come over and help me get the heavy, awkward third...

Forget this, remember that

by | Jul 10, 2009 | Welcome Column

There was an interesting thread on the Message Board recently about items that folks forget when they pack for the Father’s Day Festival. It made for some interesting reading, and probably everyone who read that thread saw themselves in those notes. I don’t tend to...

Four Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

by | Apr 12, 2018 | Welcome Column

The Carquinez Valley Boys was my very first band. It happened in the little town of Crockett, where the mighty Sacramento and San Joaquin rivers join at the Carquinez Strait to flow into San Francisco Bay.When I was a youngster, Interstate 80 was just a gleam in some...

Four Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

by | Jul 12, 2018 | Welcome Column

The Carquinez Valley Boys was my very first band. It happened in the little town of Crockett, where the mighty Sacramento and San Joaquin rivers join at the Carquinez Strait to flow into San Francisco Bay.When I was a youngster, Interstate 80 was just a gleam in some...