In memory of my brother, Dale Pearson, 1945 – 1967 A ragged man, in worn fatigues, stands staring, pain reflected in every angle of his body. He reaches out to touch the Wall. The sweat on his hand beads… Continue Reading
Kool April Nites. Once a year, the air in this city is permeated with the smell of exhaust. The sounds of varied engines combine to produce a unique concert, including the purr of the vintage Cadillac and the throaty roar… Continue Reading
Photo courtesy of Shasta Historical Society I am not embarassed to say it. I have lived in Redding for almost all of my life. That would be 53 out of my 54 years. OK, so technically I am not a… Continue Reading
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