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Return of the Black Rebels Motorcycle Club – Biker Sees Red Over Proposed Park Fee Hike

“What are you rebelling against, Johnny?” “Whaddaya got?” –The Wild One, 1953 Doug LaMalfa and I are Facebook friends, but I take it with a grain of salt.  It’s not like we know each other, unless he remembers the time… Continue Reading

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Torpedoes of Death Masquerade as Innocent Grass to Torture Dogs

I see foxtails. Everywhere. Hordeum murinum or “Hare Barley,” a non-native invader from Spain, grows in healthy, thick patches along the trails and in open spaces where people walk their dogs. What appears to be innocent, lush grass in early… Continue Reading

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Be Attentive, Be Engaged; Manage Your Covered CA Account

In January, Covered California reported consumers’ health care coverage information to the IRS. This is done to ensure individuals are meeting their health insurance requirements for the year. Form 1095-A was mailed to consumers who purchased individual coverage though Covered… Continue Reading

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Mistress of the Mix: Honky Tonk Girl

I grew up in public radio. First, roaming the halls of KLCC in Eugene, Oregon, and later at KSOR in Ashland, which then became the Jefferson Public Radio you know (and hopefully listen to) today. At first I was accompanying… Continue Reading

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Old Windows: Clearly, Many Uses

Bone yard:  Slang. an area where old or discarded ships, planes, etc., are collected prior to being broken-up for scrap, or otherwise disposed. Years ago, while on a job for a client at a window and glass shop, I noticed… Continue Reading

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North State Live Music and Open Mics: March 25–31

Wednesday, March 25 Bernie Baker and Al Mires at Market Street Steakhouse in Redding at 6 p.m. All ages. (530) 241-1777. TBA at the Post Office Saloon in Redding at 6:30 p.m. 21 and over. (530) 246-2190. Maxwell’s Eatery in Redding has an open mic starting at 7 p.m. Hosted by Mark McAbee.… Continue Reading

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Free Therapy # 58: To Make You Feel My Love

I had no right to take my mother for granted but I did it anyway. I knew she would die one day but I refused to think about it and even worse, I carefully concealed the fact of my avoidance from myself. That way I did not struggle. No conflict. Continue Reading