My band played a place called Stan’s By the Bay on Saturday night. It’s not what you’d call a paying gig. Each member of the band gets a complimentary bowl of Stan’s signature clam chowder at the end of the … Continue reading
My dad’s friend Bill weighs six hundred pounds and travels the country in an Econoline van, playing the mandolin and singing songs about how mining destroyed the Blue Ridge Mountains. Neil Young’s … Continue reading
My uncle Tootie was in town. He got into the whiskey on Friday night and we had just let him sleep in the yard. He’s from Chicago and drives and a black Chrysler 300 and carries a chrome sidearm. He … Continue reading
My cousin Bernice was in town this weekend. She’s been smoking since she was eight and has a black spot on her front tooth in the shape of a cigarette. That doesn’t slow her down much. She has ruined more … Continue reading
My dad’s friend Cleveland lives down in Bakersfield and races whippets, now. Before that it was astronaut ice cream. Before that, saw grass. My father and I went down there this weekend to discuss an investment opportunity with him. “Investment … Continue reading
I had to go up to my uncle Wendell’s place outside of Ukiah this weekend and help cut firewood. He’s always planning ahead. His house is made of recycled aggregate and powered by Chinese solar panels and batteries salvaged out … Continue reading
Had a drink Saturday night with an A nd R man named Hollis Seabright. This was down in San Francisco, where I had actually gone to meet another man named Hollis – Hollis Crowe – who writes for a magazine … Continue reading
My cousin Richie Stone (mother’s side) came into town Friday night. He was born in Westchester County but lives outside of Lawton Oklahoma, these days. He’s got a little mustache and likes to play cards all night and use expressions … Continue reading