Golf review: a bond between father and son
As I’ve written in years past, my father Mich and I have a long history of playing in the Northern California Family Golf Championship on San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park Golf Course. This challenging tree-lined par three course is tucked away in the western part of the park on 47th and Fulton. We won the beginner’s fifth flight when I was 10 years old and we won the championship flight twice 25 years ago, in 1993 and 1994.
Infodemic casualties
The World Health Organization (WHO) has announced that “we are not just fighting an epidemic; we’re fighting an infodemic.” It has warned us “fake news spreads faster and more easily than this virus and is just as dangerous.” The dangers to us are about...
Newsroom Notebook
Recently, our staff met to go over what we could do better with our coverage at the Old Felta Schoolhouse in Healdsburg.
Snapshot: Art Trails and de Young Open
For the second time in three years the de Young Museum is holding the de Young Open, a juried show for community area artists. First held in 2020, this year’s Open features artists from nine counties in the Bay Area: Alameda, Contra Costa, Marin,...
Humane Society of Sonoma County – Healdsburg Activity Log Oct. 8 — 14
Looking for a lost pet or a new four-legged friend? See the list of incoming strays and the selection of cats and dogs available for adoption from the Healdsburg Center for Animals.
Someday We’ll Laugh About This … Right? Hot tub days
May 1 is an important date in our family. That is the date that the pool opens, and which – more importantly – the date that the hot tub opens. We are at the gate, pool key in hand, most weekend mornings the minute the gate opens. (It’s on an electric timer, so if you try at 8:57, it won’t open. We’ve tried.)
Market Report
It’s a glorious time of year for our farmers, as they’re coming into their peak growing season. All spring and summer long they’ve been tending their late summer/fall crops, and they’re finally ready to bring them to market, in all their perfection.
Commentary: One-hour hero
I was 32 years old the first time I donated blood. It wasn’t like the chance hadn’t come up. You’d be hard pressed to live in a community that doesn’t host a blood drive within driving distance at least once a month.
