Opinion

I began this column at 4 a.m. last Thursday and expect to finish sometime in the next 84 hours or so, at which time my goal is to give a brief recitation of this past weekend. But first I want to talk about asphalt....

This past week started off in good shape. I got a lot of stuff done that I have had on my to-do list. Still working on my truck, but now I just need some more parts. Then, the bottom of the week dropped out.  We...

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I am a reader. I would not venture to estimate how many books I have read since I was a lad in Greenfield, but I dare say it is in the thousands. Since July 28, I have read five books, two on the long...

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At the present moment I am, to put it poetically, “far from the madding crowd,” I don’t even know who is headed to the World Series as “seeking the sounds of silence”; practically speaking, I am a ways up the Arroyo Seco Canyon sans...

Anybody want a humongous house for 12 people, three nights in Bozeman, Mont.? A 49ers game with parking for four (oh, yes please … wait. I was outbid). How about a seven-day stay in Copper Mountain, Co.? A 48-hour wild pig hunt, maybe, or...

“I can see clearly now the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way!” My eye surgery is over and I’m a happy patient. Yes, it was done by a Veterans Administration doctor who looked suspiciously like a college student, but he...

Well, here is hoping your Fourth of July was a good one. Nobody got hurt or burned playing with legal or illegal fireworks. We used to buy a bunch of sparkling showers or whistles that could raise the dead from one or another nonprofit...

Well, I made it another year. Last Sunday was my birthday. Yeah, I made it another year. I am not a fan of celebrations about birthdays, at least at my age, but truly I love the day for the way folks say nice things...