It reminded me, eerily, of Woodstock. Longhairs frolicking naked, splashing in pools, emerging soaked to the bone, eating anything available and continuing, relentlessly, to enjoy all the pleasures life threw at them. Remarkably, doing so in apparent peace and harmony. Benghazi, the IRS scandal and confiscated AP phone records never came up. The cops, if
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We’re throwing a party this weekend, and most of our guests will be “of a certain age.” That would be my age, 67, and maybe a decade on either side. This means a couple of things: First, the party will begin winding down at 9 or so, and by 10 p.m. all but the hardest-core
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Once again, I was born too late. Or quit drinking too early. Because now I can’t take advantage of a great deal at Jamestown’s Old Town Barber Shop: free beer with a haircut. You read that right: At the Old Town — right across from Barendregt’s grocery store on Jimtown’s Main Street – you not
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The evidence is in: a crimson 36C bra, Lily of France perfume, a few Kessler whiskey bottles (empty), a lone Earth Spirit sandal, an LA museum’s anthropology magazine, a “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” DVD, an Old Homestead carving knife, and a prescription for Vicodin. The ingredients for a particularly kinky party? Choice items from a garage
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Here Rests a Good Car Jan. 17, 2005-March 20, 2013 Age: 187,470 miles We’ve never been much on naming cars, so I guess 2HKYF18565H535397 will have to do. That’s the VIN number for our late, well-traveled 2005 Honda Pilot, probably the best car we’ve ever owned. It put in more than 187,000 often hard, sometimes
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Running was my religion 30 years ago, and I went to church a lot. Once I put in 150 days without missing a run. At my obsession’s peak, I’d log 70 miles a week, pounding pavement in rain, wind and searing heat. I was a regular at Columbia’s 10,000-meter Old Mill Run, whose starting gun
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From reactions up in these thar hills, you’d think the USC Trojans were moving down to Division III, intent on terrorizing the Cal Tech Beavers, Whittier Poets and Pomona Sagehens. But instead it’s Sonora High that’s moving – to the Mother Lode League, where in 2014 it will likely join six neighboring Sierra foothill schools
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Who were they? And should we care? We’re talking about the seniors caught by the cops having sex in the back seat of a Ford Taurus parked at a Sonora barbecue joint last month. And doing it in broad daylight, in plain view of customers going in and out of the restaurant. In an incident
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My long-awaited post-Super Bowl analysis: It sucked. It always sucks when your team loses. It sucks worse when your team snatches defeat from the jaws of victory, as the 49ers did in the waning seconds of the 5 ½ -hour spectacle. (Subtract the blackout, Beyonce, and Alicia Keys’ 56-minute National Anthem, and “the game” would have
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It began when two Calaveras moms brainstormed community service ideas for a college-bound son. What do teens know inside and out, they pondered? High-tech gear like cell phones, tablets, laptops, e-readers and GPS navigators. Who finds these devices baffling at times? Older folks. A generation-bridging project was born: Teens Teaching Technology, an hour-long drop-in session
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