Archive for December, 2010

Philo Flag

Friday, December 17th, 2010

You never know what you are going to find on some of these old ranches. I don’t know if this is a patriotic statement or just a filter for the sun. You can see what looks like an old flag holder near the door, but this is even better.


Friday, December 17th, 2010

This doesn’t look like Anderson Valley High, and it isn’t. This is a still photo by Timothy Briner who has been working on a book about the six Boonvilles that are in the United States.

I’m not sure which Boonville this is but it doesn’t really matter, I get the point.


Friday, December 17th, 2010

I read the new Keith Richards autobiography recently and liked it a lot. I was never a big Rolling Stones fan but I did like their music. He is pushing seventy, lives in a mansion in Connecticut, and has other houses all over the world.

The big thing with him is the music. As young men Keith and the others locked themselves in a dingy apartment and practiced playing the Blues and Rock’n’Roll until they dropped. Keith was twenty years old when they hit, and has been going ever since.

Keith remarks that The Stones get a lot of derisive comments about the fact that they are still playing Rock ‘n’ Roll. He says that if they were Black, no one would make such comments. This struck me as very true. No one ever says that Little Richard, or Bo Diddley, or B.B. King are too old to still be playing Rock’n’Roll. They are described simply as legends.

Anderson Valley Today

Monday, December 13th, 2010

If you haven’t visited the Valley in a while, here are some scenes that show that it hasn’t changed all that much. I used to wait for the school bus on that Lemon’s Market porch, that is until I got a hot rod car.

There used to be a gas pump just to the right of the Lemon’s porch. I remember my buddy checking the radiator on his Red 1956 Ford there, back in my high school days. We then took off for Boonville and got as far as where the once “Tin Man” is now, when everything went RED. What a shock. He had to stick his head out the window to see. I was blinded by the RED also. Seems, he forgot to latch the hood of that bright red Ford. Never forget that.

Slave Market

Friday, December 10th, 2010

When I got to Charleston, South Carolina, I got off the normal tourist paths and found the historic Charleston Slave Market.

Many are not aware that the United States Constitution contained a provision that led to a ban on the importation of African slaves after 1808.

As Prohibition was to bootleggers, this ban was a boon to slave traders. If no new slaves could be imported then existing slaves were more valuable.

Between 1789 and 1861 more than one million American-born slaves were forcibly relocated from the upper South to the lower South. During that period, more than two million African-American slaves were sold in local, interstate and state-ordered sales combined.

And here it was, probably the largest slave market in the United States. Here was a landmark institution of the Black Holocaust, and yet it is so little known.

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

Friday, December 10th, 2010

I was in Savannah, Georgia recently and photographed this house from the movie, “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”. In the non-fiction novel the antique dealer Jim Williams lived in this “so called” Johnny Mercer house. William’s sister lives there now.

I was interested in it because I liked the novel and I had worked on the Clint Eastwood directed movie.

Getty Jet

Friday, December 10th, 2010

Here a few summers back I spent a week flying around the country with Gordon Getty. This is his private airliner that we flew on. Where ever we landed Gordon’s jet was always, by far, the largest aircraft in the personal plane area of the various airports.

It’s a nice way to travel. You leave when you feel like it and there is no security to go through. There was a crew of five. Captain, co-pilot, navigator, and two stewardesses. Private bedroom, bath, and kitchen for Gordon, and large comfortable lounge areas both front and rear.

Plenty to read with all major newpapers and magazines freshly stocked. Breakfast was a choice of two kinds of omelettes as well as various fruit, pastries, cereals etc.

The pilot told me the plane was fun to fly and a real hot rod, because so few passengers made it very light.