Monthly Archives: May 2021

The things one hangs on the wall give a good picture of the kind of person that sits at a desk surrounded by those photos and prints.  I have a photo of me and my two sons standing next to Sagehen … Continue reading →

Here is the new deck.  I have sat in that chair on the left ,the “Bordeaux” chair with my afternoon drink looking at the oaks across the canyon in the wind. It is, as you can see, a remarkable piece of … Continue reading →

The wind is up. It would be hard to cast in this wind.  It sweeps up the Feather River and blows  across Greenhorn creek, whirls around Black Butte. It is a wind that is up to no good. Three o’clock in the … Continue reading →

My brother sent me a photo of an automobile I owned in 1954.  It was a 1939 Ford sedan, a gleaming dark green with white sidewall tires. The windshield cranked out and when in the mountains I could slip a trout … Continue reading →

 Nearly 2,000 black people were lynched during the reconstruction,and the lynchings continued up into the 40’s when I was in high school.  The black students who came to Berkeley High School when their parents came north to work in the Kaiser … Continue reading →

He left Wales for America, crossing  the Atlantic. His own father-in-law had worked in the arsenic mines in Devon, digging out the toxic substance, loading it into wagons where it was pulled to the tiny village.  Today the building where the horses … Continue reading →

 Ploughman’s lunch.  I have written about this before.  A chunk of Stilton cheese, a chunk of freshly baked bread, a thick heavy bread, and a dollop of Branston pickle, a salsa-like conception only found in England.  That and a pint of “best bitter,” … Continue reading →

Quincy was a pure bred schnauzer.  His name was Wolfgang but my son Graham changed that.  He became Quincy, a name from a Sierra town where Graham had often fished, Quincy was a miniature schnauzer who had an attitude; he went for … Continue reading →