Kevin is the Napa Valley Register's city editor. His personal column about the adventures of everyday life in Napa runs every Sunday.
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.
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.
I haven’t slept well for two straight nights. I’ve lain awake thinking of my veteran coworker Pierce Carson who died last weekend. When I write his farewell, how do I do right by him?
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.
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.
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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.
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.