Monthly Archives: August 2025

The Hills of the Central Coast Under a raspberry haze, row after rowof the smooth-sanded hills of the Coast Rangecompress into a flat two-dimensional view.Except for the accidental live oak hereand there, bare grassland is all I see.Telescoped ridgelines are … Continue reading

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Oneonta Hills Dad was a ham radio hobbyistearning his first license at 14.It was a happy time for me when Dad drove upthe winding dirt roadinto the Oneonta Hills in his ’51 Ford V8where he did his radio checksfrom the … Continue reading

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[tanka] double-clickingthe Events folderour first kissremembering your touchand the tilt of your face

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Murph, the Butcher One of the Ms at the M&M Marketon Huntington Drivein the early 1950swas Murph, the butcher.Dad was a meat and potatoes kind of guy,and Mother was an excellent cookof beef, pork and lamb.It helps to havethe best … Continue reading

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