Finished my chores, fed the palms, Leslie just picked a bag of Valencia oranges, the juice was so sweet! I had a thought - I can never leave this place! Where else would I ever get orange juice like this? Where would I ever find such refuge in a compressed world?
I was lucky to find this ranch in the 1980's, I could never afford it today. My ex had flooded our home and tangelo grove in Rainbow, left the tub on for a couple days if the memory serves and then demanded I find us another dwelling unit toot sweet.
I lucked into this remote near five acre ranch, built by a retired navy electrician. He didn't like the old tenants, a veterinarian couple, but took a liking to us and immediately sold it to us at a price unheard of today. I removed 192 avocado trees and built a pasture and corrals. The secret, in my opinion, is to only worry about taking care of a portion of acreage, let the rest sit. Live far enough away that it doesn't matter what the neighbors think, if you have any. Most people out my way just want to be left alone, the few that exist anyway, we are here for a reason.
Anyway, to the mail.
Phyl and Richard have a new article about an obscure but groundbreaking jazz musician, Freddie Keppard.
Adler send over the interesting podcast story, Buck.
Strangeness from Box Canyon - Krishna Venta from Millard.
The accent mark offers - Snow Leopard Tackles Blue Sheep Off Cliff, Plummets Over 400 Feet Without Letting Go, Walks Away Unharmed
Angel of death coming for democrats.
Shots from Ken's recent trip.
Bay Area folks arming with baseball bats to protect themselves from drug sobriety center residents, Millard.
Infinite staircase, Quanta.
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