The CBA Election is Upon Us!

Boy, the current shananigans in ol’ DC are enough to turn anybody off the democratics process, right? Not so fast. It’s time for a annual CBA Board of Directors election, and that means stifling your disgust with the macro-political situation and focusing...

The CBA from Seedling to Giant Redwood

THE DAILY GRIST…“We grew from a small seed.”–Carl Pagter (Today’s column is a reprint of an article I wrote back in 2006 for Bluegrass Now magazine.  With the start of this fresh new year, we also look back at our past so I thought it would be...

THE CHAROLAISE

Lynn and I actually have a manger here at Whiskey Creek.  No, we don’t, nor have we ever, had visiting dignitaries stop by the place to deliver precious gifts or sing the praises of He who shall bring peace on earth.  But we DO have a mnager, complete...

The Charolaise, Part Two

Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where just like it has for the past twelve years since Lynn and I and the dogs moved here, nature is renewing itself in spectacular fashion. All blossoms and greenery and some of the most enjoyable weather we’ll see all year....

The chill wind of autumn

Fifty-one years ago I knocked on an apartment door on the south side of San Jose, out near Tully Road, an unremarkable act that I did not realize would change my life.I needed to use a telephone to get phone service for the apartment two doors down where my three San...

The Christmas column

I’ve lived sixty one years, and would like to live another sixty one. By my calculations that means I’ve lived through sixty one Christmas’s. I really like Christmas. Maybe it’s just where I’m sitting, but it seems to me that on that day, once a year, the world’s a...