Classy lady at Cedar Creek. That would be the lovely Barbara Brown. After reading my catbox liner concerning the late, great San Francisco columnist Herb Caen, Barbara was inspired to search through her collection of titles.
A regular reader of yours truly, but like this scribe she was also an avid fan of Caen. She even traveled to San Francisco for a book signing by the columnist to stand, as she puts it, “in a very long line,” to have two books inscribed by the Bay Area bard. After reading my column “Raising Caen” this humble essayist was invited to Barbara’s apartment where she presented me with two volumes of his work.
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My editor and his pretty gal have returned from the Scandinavian Festival up in Sac City. Mr. Doud was telling me of the tasty pickled herring served fresh at the festival.
Now, this desert wanderer has taken tins of herring to have as a snack with crackers after settling down at a secluded campsite in the desert. They were tasty, and loaded with Omega-3, but never fresh. That brings this scribe to musing, you always hear of hundreds of people rescuing beached whales, but never hear of anyone saving beached herring...