A few preliminary updates before I start:
Preliminary Update the First: I’m on Google Plus, and the few minutes a day I spend these days conversing online are likely to be spent there rather than in Twitter/Facebook, which have increasingly
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An exit sign I always loved off I-90 in Western New York: “Leroy Rochester.” When I moved to the Bay Area I soon started to wonder if “Tracy Stockton,” whose name appeared on a lot of highway signs, was a friend of Leroy’s.
Tonight just before
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It wasn’t that special a night, really. I was in Black Canyon in the Mojave Preserve for a two-day meeting of desert protection activists, good people all and fine company, but that soul-quenching aloneness I long for will have to wait for another
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Yesterday a blue-eyed storm blew through Los Angeles. The wind had been out of the desert for some days, calm and a bit warm, and then Tuesday morning we were buffeted. It got cold, for Los Angeles, and the wind reached 30 miles an hour at
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