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Oh Lord, Back in Old Cali Again

They tell me I was born there. . . But I really don’t remember. — Three Dog Night So after a few more enternal f-ng nows I’ve finally made it to the coast. My journey to my homeland, dude. Awesome. Whenever I come to the Southland or the Central...

Bisbee Joe’s Story

“How did you find this place?” Asked Joe. He had just walked up to me on the patio at the coffeeshop. It was in the same way that puts people from the city on the defensive. What was this guy selling? I heard myself ask silently. But he wasn’t...

Let’s Hear it for the Old Dads

Growing up with an old father makes a kid different in some ways.     I noticed a few years ago that I had something in common with almost all of my close male friends: We were products of older dads, usually ones who had married younger (in some cases much...