My Old Friend Duane

I had a friend who for many years was the chairman of the board of a fairly large food co-op in the south bay. The non-profit co-op ran two medium sized full-service grocery stores and had a pretty large, very loyal dues-paying membership. My friend, whose name was...

My own cooking story

(With all the talk of the cooking in Welcomes and on the Message Board recently, I thought it might be a good time to re-share my own cooking story. It’s one I shared nearly six years ago right here.) I Like to Cook A Lot A Lot January 2004 I enjoy cooking a lot a...

My shaving mug

 Daily Grist; “No nation can be great unless its sons and daughters have in them the quality to rise level to the needs of heroic days.”–Theodore Roosevelt, President of the United States, October 1918I have a shaving mug that one time was a...

My Sophronie

It was just about a year ago that I first hooked up with Sophronie. I know that some of you who know me, CBA or otherwise, may be shocked by this admission. Although you have likely never met my beautiful wife Joyce (because she hates Bluegrass), you might know from...

My Stomach is Growling for Some Bluegrass Pie

Strange weather. You would think that drought weather this time of the year would be consistently sunny, hot, dry. Rather, I’m sitting here at my desk in the East Bay and the weather is overcast, chilly, windy, and just enough precipitation to tease and fool us. Right...

My Story about Jake

Well, it’s been nearly a week now since the passing of our friend Jake Quesenberry and for me at least, it still hasn’t completely sunk in that he’s gone. I had an interesting relationship with Jake, different, I’m thinking than most given the posts I’ve read on the...

My Very Own Bill Monroe Project

Happy New Year to all you Bluegrass fans out there! This year happens to be a very special year because it marks the centenary of the birth of the greatest Bluegrasser of them all. In case you didn’t already know, Bill Monroe, the revered founder of a very...

My wife the artist, thes snake and what buffalo are

Last morning I was awakened in my hotel room in L.A. by the telephone. It was Lynn. She sounded breathless. “I won,” she said, “I actually won.” What my wife won was afirst, a second and an honorable mention for three of her water colors at the first ever judged art...

My year without music

Being in a band can be like being in a family — or not so much. I read somewhere that the Rolling Stones dislike each other so much they go months without even talking, until it’s time to go make a few million dollars, at which time they meet, rehearse, go on...

My year without music

Being in a band can be like being in a family — or not so much. I readsomewhere that the Rolling Stones dislike each other so much they go monthswithout even talking, until it’s time to go make a few million dollars, at whichtime they meet, rehearse, go on the...