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Editorial
Now & Then
Downloading Arizona
So, Okay, M ike comes and picks me up and we load
his car down with stuff, hit the bank for a grand, and
head off to Portland. We park his car at his son's
house, and go to a bar to call a cab. Cab driver is a
biker, who lets us smoke in the cab and plays classical
music so you can hear it. We get to the car rental
place at the airport, get the usual hassle and find our
costs doubled by "insurance" we pay after they run
M ike's card through five or six times. Finally after a
false start we get a Maroon Miata Mirage, with a tape
deck. I slip Beethoven in the deck and we hit 1-5.
About Roseburg playing John Prine, we started to get
hungry, and yes, I started to get thirsty. We drove
around, actually stopped at four places, had a beer and
coffee at one, but decided it might be better in Grants
Pass. Back on the umbilical cord, finally at around
eight or nine we found a place called something Irish,
but it had a country band in the next room (mercifully
the door was closed), a grown-up woman for a
waitress, and served breakfast all night.
We then cut off to Cave Junction, where we stayed at
the local motel, which will remain nameless. We found
a tavern across the street, with the world's loudest
jukebox, in the world's smallest bar. Mike gave up
early, but I sat for a few and pretended to watch sports
on TV. The next morning I got up and went across
the street again, where one of the Upper Left Edge
outlets is to be found in Cave Junction: Coffee Haven.
It's basically an espresso stand. I gave them one of
our books, and introduced myself. The young woman
behind the counter said something like, "Oh, yea,
cool." I paid for my coffee and left. Then we headed
for the Redwoods, with Miles Davis on the deck.
We stopped at the "Simpson Grove". I have said a
lot o f nasty things about logging companies in my
time, and I still think they were well deserved, but still,
I must thank the Simpson Co. or family, or whomever
saved those particular trees. Yes, they are special, holy,
humbling; no words describe what they feel like when
you are among them. We even drove by the Pacific
Lumber mill. You know that story, they were the folks
who owned most of the Redwoods for the last maybe
fifty years. They did a pretty good job o f cutting
without raping, until this junk bond trader came along
and did a hostile takeover, and told them to cut it all in
five years. W hich led to protests which led to the
death o f an Earth First! kid, and finally lead to the
Feds buying the Headwaters forest for just about the
amount the junk bond dealer owed the Feds for
defrauding investors. And in part that is why we came
this way.
I've mentioned Bruce Anderson and the Anderson
Valley Advertiser before. Well, since we were in the
neighborhood I thought we should drop by and thank
him for distributing the Edge in Boonville, and tell
him that we thought he had the bravest paper in
America, and that he deserved the Pulitzer for his five
part series on the Burning o f Ft. Bragg, and his work
on the Judi Bari story. I urge anyone who believes in
a free press to subscribe to the Anderson Valley
Advertiser. It costs $38 a year and they need it. Send
it to AV A Box 459, 12451 Anderson Valley Way,
Boonville, CA 95415. Do it now.
On the map Boonville looked like a piece of cake.
Around four thirty we stopped in Laytonville. I
spotted a tavern, and we parked. Inside, we asked
about food and beer and smoking. Food, the veteran
waitress told us, could be found at the hamburger
stand in the parking lot across the street, and we were
welcome to bring it back, and she would provide the
beer; smoking, on the other hand, this being
California, was not allowed inside, but. . . the local
health officials, who apparently enforce this latest
prohibition, made it clear from the get go that they
were off at five PM, and so. . . We regretfully couldn't
wait because we were off to Boonville. (To be
continued; Downloading Arizona: The Road to
Boonville)
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Retire is being tired twice, I’ve
thought. First tired of
working, then tired of not.
Richard Armour
Oh, Cubbies. Well, your beloved editor arrived at Spring Training just as the last chapter of the Kerry Wood saga came to an
end for this year. No, not the chapter about his throwing out his elbow, the last chapter, where he was busted for peeing in
public. Y es, a little more maturity is needed by Mr. Woods. The Cubs need a lot more pitching, and there isn’t a lot
available, even if the front office was willing to spend money, which it apparently isn’t. The Cubs will have their usual
bats swinging for the ivy, Sosa, Grace, and a few more, but without pitching when the regular season starts, well, with the
basement o f the Cactus League as a starting point, ‘Doormat of the National League’ seems to be a position that that we
might reclaim this year Yes, it is a dirty shame After briefly visiting the post season last year, and having the homerun
derby, and “The Kid” coming back, Die Hard Cubs fans once again thought this could be the year But then there is ‘the
curse*.
Is there anything to look forward to? Well, yes. we did see some hope for the future. A 19 yr. old left hander, who could
throw strikes, and a few minor leaguers worth watching. Derrick White was very impressive. This is the kind of guy you
have to call a ‘professional baseball player’, at thirty years old he has spent his career in the minors He plays left field
like it was a pool table, all the balls find the pocket in his glove. He faced every pitch with his eyes open and hit ’em were
they ain’t. If there was a hole in the infield or the outfield, that is where Mr. White would place his shot. In the last game
we watched, they took him out o f left field, to get a look at a rookie. And to our surpnse they put him at first base He did
the job he was given. Nothing got by him. If we were coaching. Derrick White would be our starting left fielder this year
Of course the story this year is Sammy Sosa, his homeruns, and his newly acquired ’bow’ to the fans after each homerun.
Some pitchers have taken umbrage and have called it ‘showboating’. Sammy says he learned it in Japan, and that it is
meant to show respect to the fans. Well, the Japanese don’t yell at the umpire, or throw at a batter’s head And if Sosa
intends to survive this season, we suggest he show some respect to the guy throwing the ninety mile an hour curveball at
him. One day Sammy Sosa hit two home runs, one cleared the scoreboard and the berm, and went six rows into the parking
lot. As we were leaving the stadium, in front of us was a father with his two boys, about five and seven years old. One wore
a worn and faded red ball cap with a Cubs sticker on the front. He said to his father, "Sosa hit a couple of home runs, just
like you said. Dad. One of them went all the way over into that parking lo t " He said, pointing, "Ya think we should go get
it. Dad?"
The rest o f the team is working hard, but with the usual exception of Mark Grace, there isn’t much there, there Glenn Allen
Hill is a fine example of potential with no production. We watched him slip and fall on his butt during routine pop ups,
drop the ball out o f his glove, and hit like he was playing work-up with his girlfriend. We suggest bringing White up and
sending Hill down.
It looks like a tough but interesting year for the team, the managers, the front office and the fans
Go Cubbies'
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