I’m a guy who can sit at his keyboard and crank out a column for ANewsCafe.com in about 30 minutes when I’ve got an itch to scratch. Finding enough words to fill a couple of pages isn’t a problem. My… Continue Reading
I won’t call this column “Reflections in” anything, because everyone at aNewsCafe.com knows that Doug Mudford is the king of this technique, as he demonstrates supremely in his column, “Reflections in a Mirror While Shaving“. For proof, read his latest… Continue Reading
We’ve officially made it past the Carr Fire’s one-month anniversary. This is not a happy anniversary by any means, except that the Carr Fire is nearly fully contained, which is a relief, but it’s hardly cause for Champagne since we… Continue Reading
Shortly after the Carr Fire destroyed more than 1,000 north state homes, Wendy Hill and her fiance Sam Van Kirk took a walk one evening in their downtown Redding neighborhood. They’d just returned from being evacuated, so the topic of… Continue Reading
I didn’t lose my home, but I know many people who did. And I’ve noticed a few delicate things that have come up, things that perhaps those who’ve lost their homes don’t quite know how to say. Who can blame… Continue Reading
You know how sometimes an opening movie scene will abruptly show some graphic, what-the-hell moment with zero context, such as a dazed, sunburned person floating on a hunk of ship-wreckage in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by blood-thirsty sharks?… Continue Reading
I’ve not been myself since Thurs., July 26. I blame the Carr Fire and its smoky straitjacket. As I type, I pause to listen intently to a helicopter overhead, a sound I used to associate here in Redding with cops… Continue Reading
In my new Carr-Fire reality, I wake up each morning and peer outside to see if my world is still standing. So far, it is, but I’m seeing my world through Carr-Fire smoke-colored glasses that mess with my brain. Is… Continue Reading
I knew it was my lucky night when out of all the armrests in the entire Cascade Theatre that the supremely dreamy, super sexy Chris Isaak could have chosen to sit upon, he chose mine. I mean, literally, he was… Continue Reading
It was 1994 the first time my kids and I went camping at Patrick’s Point State Park in Trinidad. It was a significant year. I’d graduated from college – 20 years after high school – and I’d bought a house.… Continue Reading
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