This is not exactly feeling like Labor Day early September morning when I am not personally being allowed by the government to labor. I’m not here to bitch about the government forcing peps to get vaccinated or carry vaccine cards to see a movie or attend a football game. I’m not here to pretend that …
This is probably the most romantic story you have ever heard. My parents met changing bed pans in a nursing home. It was the seventies; most of my friends parents met at Woodstock or Southern California’s famous Venice Beach or one of those other places hippies loved in the seventies. Not my parents. They both …
If there is one think that has nothing in common with smoothies, juicing and healthy living, it is truckers. Hi. Let me tell you about my dad. My dad is a country music listening, truck driving man. He once found a dead rattle snake-skin on the side of the freeway and stopped his big …
I grew up I’m a forest full of trees. My home was chock in the middle of the San Bernardino National Forest. My street emptied into fields of Live Oaks, Jeffrey Pines and cedar trees. Pussy Willows sprouted as weeds do, lush and every where along the trickling creek bed. I grew up hiking …
This is day six of the forest being off limits. Six days ago Chris Dorner went on a cop killing spree in Southern California. After he raced up to a Riverside Police Car on Arlington Street in the middle of the night, slammed on the breaks when he was next to the cruiser and shot …