Prior to this election year, I have never participated in a caucus because I had formerly always lived in a primary-only state. But it didn’t require prior experience to guess that Democratic turnout this year was unusually high. Indeed, all of us in the gymnasium of Tavelli High School — where my caucus along with several other precincts’ was held — were packed in like sardines. Continue reading »
“Man, I’m going to need some help here,” I pleaded by my sixth beer of the day.
Now, fortunately all the beers I had were in small, sample-sized glasses so I wasn’t quite yet in a slurred-speech drunken stupor and falling out of my chair. Yet, I certainly could have used some help finishing the stuff. The problem was our group consisted solely of ultra-fit athletes who were as much as a “lightweight” when it came to beer-drinking as me. Continue reading »
Due to receiving trivial amounts of snow in January this year — not to mention no rain since mid-October (which is typical) — Fort Collins looks quite a bit different from last year when we received unusual dumpings of snow in late December. Continue reading »
A few things I’ve noticed since being away from home for a few weeks: Continue reading »
&title=Stockton's Cultural Revolution "Colorful, vibrant artwork can be found in many places in Stockton, even under overpasses and bridges. (Photo: Stockton Record)")
The other day — not too long after I noted how the brand new wall erected on the corner of Hammer Lane and Frontage 99 didn’t have that much graffiti on it, and didn’t even raise an eyebrow at the vagrant peacefully scrounging through some green, 50-gallon garbage cans four doors down from a friend’s home — my older brother observed how Stockton is starting to become more urbane. He even muttered something about the beginnings of a “cultural renaissance.”
What?! Continue reading »
