I left some books behind on move overseas in the late 1960s, including my treasured 1964 copy of Starr’s Guide to the John Muir Trail. The Sierra Club publication got a little mildewed over time but two thoughtful friends in Mill Valley, Ca., found it and returned it to me in 2015, with this 1966-1967 …
I am watching birds and sifting through email. It’s morning and almost the end of 2023. Most of the emails I receive are from journalism outfits, conservation groups and the AARP, almost all seeking money. The birds are more fun. I’m sure the non-profit journalism folks know this but my legacy or mainstream media providers …
I had high hopes when I went to vote 50 years ago in a beautiful place at the foot of the Sierra Nevada. I was 23 but Nov. 7, 1972, was my first time to cast a ballot because the 26th amendment and 18-year-old-vote wasn’t ratified until 1971. I went with a couple of buddies …
My first thought was how extraordinary it is for me to be able to enjoy this view while others suffer. I am an American Boomer and I often feel this kind of privileged-person guilt. This morning it probably was fueled by watching a movie about World War 11 courage and brutality, ”A Call to Spy,” …
I never knew how many body parts I have until I turned 72.
Morning order: Black coffee for the blogger, fresh water for the birds, kibble for Cowboy. Then, as Putin aims missiles and artillery into Odesa, Mariupol and Kyiv, I watch Zelensky’s video address to Congress and Biden’s televised promise of more arms for Ukraine’s defense. Cowboy looks dejected, still expecting after seven years I might agree …
dream ranch 