Author: Steven Towers

Christmas. I’m not the biggest fan. I’ve moved a safe distance beyond the days when my Grinch-like attitude was a downer for my wife Elise, who loves Christmas. I’ve learned to deal with the...

The President-elect is Donald H. Trump, and I’m keyboarding this through the fog of a mild hangover. That’s right.  Our President-elect is a reality TV star whose trademarked line is: “You’re fired.”  The same...

Most of us are bemused by the types of news stories that tend to draw attention to our small corner of the world: Some girls decide to take a bath in the kitchen sink...

Hazel was a rescue dog, found in a litter of abandoned puppies in a field in Stockton, mixture of breeds unknown. She was a difficult dog in many ways. As an example, she was...

I love Donald Trump. Jesus God, I despise Donald Trump with nuclear-fusion heat of a million stars. Wait—a million’s not huge enough. A billion stars. Quality stars—like a billion red giants. Not a bunch...

So, State of Jefferson fans, here’s my plan. I’m not claiming that it’s fleshed out entirely, and I’m not guaranteeing that it would work, but it’s a start.

First, Jefferson proponents would collect enough signatures for a state ballot initiative that would, as an amendment to the state constitution, allow self-selected counties to form an autonomous region, somewhat similar to self-governing Greenland, the Falkland Islands, and the tribal areas of northern Pakistan.

I recently read a Facebook exchange between two young gentlemen—members of a Sacramento-area band on the rise—regarding a satiric song by one of one of my favorite poet-jesters of the Americana/Texas Outlaw music genre,...