From one small town to another, if you live in one you can laugh with me.

Lately, upon waking I look out the bedroom window to see if it's foggy, and it was this morning again. I get dressed as if I have people to see and things to do, in reality, there is nothing I do that can't wait until tomorrow. Being overcast the fog is not real heavy, visibility … Continue reading From one small town to another, if you live in one you can laugh with me.

Binoculars don’t work in the Fog, neither does Skunkpuppy.

Fog everywhere this morning, at least as far as the eye can see which is not far, I can make out the levee on the far side of the slough. Sitting there with my coffee feeling as if I should return to bed and stay there until things shape up and the sun shows itself, … Continue reading Binoculars don’t work in the Fog, neither does Skunkpuppy.

“The Other Big One”, the worst natural disaster to strike the entire West Coast, and few have heard of it.

As I look out my window while I write, read, and dream of things to come I study the Diablo range of mountains that form the western boundary of the Great Central Valley. I will whenever possible sit on the deck talking to a grandchild and inevitably the conversation goes to those hills. Looking from … Continue reading “The Other Big One”, the worst natural disaster to strike the entire West Coast, and few have heard of it.