There was a time when I fancied myself a purveyor of fiction, destined for greatness in the New York publishing scene or the sun-washed Los Angeles...
A couple of weeks ago there was some consternation at Medford City Hall about the lack of a functioning water fountain at The Commons.
Portland is an interesting town for many reasons, including the fact there are nearly as many bike shops as breweries.
"Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride: Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defense each year and...
I'm a little behind getting around to this, but between covering drive-by shootings in west Medford and more drive-by shootings in west Medford, I...
The power of Boognish is strong with these ones.
Hats off to the Oregon Liquor Control Commission and the Legislature, as it appears they have mastered the art of handing down shortsighted rulings...
So it's been the week from hell and after watching various things blow up around the country, the media reporting it in a brain-meltingly incompetent...
Acouple years back, I dedicated 24 inches of column space to declare the Insane Clown Posse's "Miracles" as the single worst song ever recorded.
In the three weeks since I've adopted the bicycle lifestyle, I've nearly killed a Labrador and been cursed at by an angry old man along the bike path.
So there I was, the rain watering down my watery $9 cup of Bud Light, surrounded by a pack of fiery Dominican Republicans beating drums, blowing...
I've listened to David Bowie's "The Next Day" at least 15 times from front to back this past week, and I can say with confidence beyond the stars...
It's fitting that I chose a book about Scientology as my first e-book experience.
As I walked into the Rose Garden last Sunday, I was struck by a sudden panic.
I won't be watching the Academy Awards on Sunday night, but that won't stop me from voicing my opinion on who should take home one of those worthless...
I would be more apt to celebrate Valentine's Day if the carving of love spoons was encouraged.
So there I sat, weighed down by bottles of Ninkasi IPA, pizza, Fritos and hot-dog casserole congealing in my stomach, watching football players...
It was clear after five minutes of puck time that the Idaho Junior Steelheads were bigger, stronger and faster than our Southern Oregon Spartans.
Not much time to don the Nightcrawler persona this week. Newsie-type things are happening on the day I crank out this thing.
For those of you who doubt the legitimacy of the Elisabeth Kubler-Ross model, aka "the five stages of grief," you weren't at a local sports bar last...