Kevin is the Napa Valley Register's city editor. His personal column about the adventures of everyday life in Napa runs every Sunday. 

I’m a bi-coastal guy. Whatever exists between the East Coast and the Bay Area, I’ve been content to fly over.

After several years of being a California homebody, I took to the air two weeks ago for a family visit to southern Indiana and my first exploration of Chicago, a great city that’s also America’s murder capital.

There we were, my doctor and I, chatting all friendly about my diet and the amount of exercise in my life and I was thinking, Good job, Kevin. You’ve aced another annual physical.

In my columns, I probably come across as a cultural sophisticate. All those mentions of nights at the opera and such.

As last weekend’s Big Heat was building, I scurried home to water the fuchsia that hangs outside our kitchen window.

In my spare minutes I’ve been putting together an upcoming attraction for napavalleyregister.com that we hope everyone will find irresistible.

Bob is my oldest friend. We met as college freshmen in New Jersey more than a half century ago. Though we have lived a continent apart since, we have managed to meet up a time or two each decade.

Our yard never looked better than this year. The peonies, azaleas and rhodies really outdid themselves.

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The New Yorker magazine is known for its covers. They can be whimsical, downright pretty, sometimes somber as was the ghostly depiction of the Twin Towers following 9/11.

You never know where a conversation with your dentist will go. When I went in for a checkup this month, Dr. Gittings wanted to know where I was 50 years ago during the Summer of Love.

After living in the trenches of a home improvement project for a year and a half, we’re just beginning to come up for air and rediscover ordinary life.

Another lunch hour. Parked in the Register lot, facing Soscol, I’m reading news on my iPad mini while eating my sandwich. Occasionally I take breaks to watch the traffic go by.

I wasn’t particularly impressed by our remodeled home when we fully moved back in last month after living for 15 months in our garage.

I have reporters checking in with me all day long. That’s mostly what being a city editor is all about — availability.

Come lunch time at work, I really don’t know what to do with myself.

Unintentionally, Cheryl and I have found a way to determine what possessions are essential in life.

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My poor car. It got ousted from the garage in September 2015 to make room for overflow from our home reconstruction project. Would it ever find its way back in?

When you launch a home remodeling project, there goes your privacy. You become naked to the world.

Several times a month Cheryl heads out of Napa for her job, which means joining the Bay Area rush hour fray. How she hates that.

I was driving through downtown when the radio announcer ended a story on the presidential election and moved to the next item, opening with the words: “Bob Dylan.”

If I lived across from Queen of the Valley, I’m sure I’d habituate to the sounds of screaming ambulance sirens and the thumpa-thumpa of medevac helicopters bringing in patients.

A tree behind our garage turns the loveliest colors in autumn. You wouldn’t know this unless you lived in the attic above the garage, with its window overlooking the neighbor’s yard.

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A community journalist’s life is not full of rip-roaring excitement, which is why last week’s offer to climb to the top of the steeple at First Presbyterian Church held such great allure.

While reorganizing an upstairs bedroom, Cheryl came upon an artifact from life as we no longer live it: a complete 21-volume set of World Book Encyclopedias, circa 1990.

Many people play it safe when they hit the road. They spend whatever it takes to guarantee a comfortable motel experience.