Don’t mess with zebras

Saturday morning is my favorite day of the week to write the Welcome column. Even though I’m partly retired, weekends are still officially kick-back days for me: I always sleep a little later than usual; I don’t set my sites too high accomplishment-wise;...

DOWN

Please forgive us. The CBA site cannot be updated due to Internet connection problems up here in the mountains. Please be patient.Rick

Down Home Bluegrass

I played a little Bluegrass festival this weekend: The first annual Loma Vista Farm Bluegrass Festival. I don’t know anything of the story of how the festival came about, how the festival fared against the promoters and/or backers’ expectations, or the prospects of...

Down on the Corner

For the past six years or so we’ve been fortunate to have a very nice coffeehouse down the street that features live music. The Velo Rouge Café has become our home field, so to speak. We’ve had many memorable evenings there and have enjoyed the best of local Americana...

Downsizing Is Not For Wimps

As many of you know, my 97 year old mother-in-law, Lorene, passed away on September 9. She would have turned 98 on Christmas Eve. I’m thinking that the song title, “I’ve Lived A Lot in My Time,” pretty well sums things up for her. She was born in 1913, just ten years...

Dressin’ Up

Warning – this message contains generous helpings of curmudgeon. Folks who know me know I take casual dressing very seriously. Like most men, and most definitely men of my age, the paramount importance of clothes is to be comfortable, avoid indecent exposure...

Drive Me to the Moon

Boy those evil hackers must have done a real number on the website because half the links were dead dead dead as of Friday night. At least the front page is now loading without the google skull and crossbones beware all who enter will become zombified-bots warning. As...

Driving Up

In a few weeks I’ll be packing up the old Argosy, hitching it up to the not quite as old F-15 and heading north to Grass Valley. I’ve been doing this since 1976 and you’d think I would have eventually gotten over the thrill of it. But I haven’t. By the time I start up...

Driving Up

Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where summer has loosed itself with one final push from a winter cocoon the likes of which this old man has never before experienced.  A week from tomorrow I will drive to Grass Valley, California, for my 41st Fathers Day...

Drones

The Daily Grist: “[Flaubert] didn’t just hate the railway as such; he hated the way it flattered people with the illusion of progress. What was the point of scientific advance without moral advance? The railway would merely permit more people to move about, meet and...