Admiring the scenery, exposing secrets. It was a good gathering of cousins.
There should have been three headstones, at least that’s what I remember, but there were only two. My Grampie and Grammie, Theodore “Ted” (1973) and
After years of snickering, I finally came face to face this week with a real meal of Chupacabra, the hideous (and legendary) vampiric beast alleged
Smoke from the Dixie Fire thankfully (for us) shifted southwest yesterday, inundating the Sacramento Valley and allowing us to breathe fresh air for a change.
I’m on a little walkabout (driveabout) in the wildfire-ravaged West to visit my long time friend, Anne. Ever since I left Boise, my eyes are