Beefing up Community—‘Range to Table’ Helps Provide Hunger Relief

Wildfires, floods and drought—it’s been a rough stretch for Northern California, even before the arrival of a pandemic. In Knight’s Valley outside of Calistoga, Cheryl LaFranchi of Oak Ridge Angus Ranch has seen it all, most notably the Kincaide Fire that left her house and several barns in ashes just two years ago.

“I swear to God, if I didn’t have a ranch, I’d be somewhere decent, that’s for damn sure,” she says. LaFranchi is kidding, of course—there’s no place she’d rather be, she admits with a smile, than on her resurrected ranch with her herd of cows, in the community where her family has lived and worked for more than three generations.

LaFranchi and her husband, Frank Mongini, a large-animal veterinarian, charged right into rebuilding their ranch shortly after the fire. With plenty of help from friends, family and local agriculture organizations, the two co-owners are back in the business of raising premium, pasture-fed and grain-finished cattle under their Oak Ridge brand.

But LaFranchi knows that beyond the ranch, the region’s successive challenges have overstretched the resilience of many communities—and their food security. For nearly a decade, she and her husband have spearheaded the Range to Table program, a barn-raising effort to beef up hunger relief through the Redwood Empire Food Bank. They corral local ranchers to donate cattle, fattening them up alongside their own herd on pasture grass and spent grain from a nearby brewery. Since 2012, the program has produced thousands of pounds of beef annually for low-income households throughout the North Coast.

“It’s a really innovative program,” ostensibly a first and one of a kind, says Food Bank CEO David Goodman. “Cheryl and Frank are bridging the world of ranching and hunger relief. They see the connection between their work and making sure that this high-quality food makes it to as many people as possible.” And they’re tightening the loop between ranchers, their land and their community by putting beef sourced locally and sustainably on a wide range of local tables.

Oak Ridge’s herd of 350 cattle spend most of the year grazing the rolling 1,200-acre ranch. “The Angus are an extremely hardy breed,” says LaFranchi, thumping the smooth rump of an ebony brown heifer, which bats its long eyelashes while giving her a sideways glance. “They’re tough in cold weather, they make great mothers and these cows love the hills,” she adds. And with ample range to roam, the low-stress environment keeps them healthy without antibiotics or hormones.

“It’s just a great cow ranch,” she says. There’s not enough water for crops, but the pastures get enough rain to grow native forage—hardy, drought-tolerant perennials like rye and clover—for a good part of the year. As the cows graze and trample the ground, they enrich the soil with organic waste, building nutrients and retaining more moisture. And they reseed the grass and clear away brush, creating a regenerative relationship between herd and pasture.

WITH THE GRAIN Rancher Cheryl LaFranchi holds a handful of the beer grain that feeds her cattle. Photo by Naoki Nitta.

During the arid months when the land is parched, the cattle head down to the newly rebuilt, open-air barn, where they feed on haylage—bales of grass harvested in the spring. There beneath the shade, the troughs hold another incentive for them to descend the hills: freshly spent beer grain, courtesy of the Bear Republic Brewing Company, located in nearby Cloverdale.

The cows relish the moist mash of malted barley and wheat. “It’s a significant part of our operation,” LaFranchi says, holding up a hay-colored handful resembling rough, steel-cut oats. High in protein, amino acids and fiber, it supplements about a third of the herd’s feed, fattening them up while imparting rich flavor and deep marbling to the beef. She’s been hauling it in by the truckload several days a week since the brewery opened in 1996.

“We have a wonderful partnership,” says Bear Republic co-owner Tami Norgrove. Spent grain is their most abundant by-product, so the brew-moo symbiosis is “a sustainable way of making sure that we’re putting as little into the waste stream as possible.” By donating it to the ranch, she says, “we’ve never had to put it into landfill.”

LaFranchi usually picks up the grain just hours after it’s been brewed. It’s often still a bit warm, she notes, and the cows love the residual sweetness. As she pulls her truck up to the barn’s hangar-like canopy, there seems to be enough excitement over the day’s delivery to incite a minor stampede.

In an interior portion of the barn marked by a few remaining burnt posts, calves and mothers chew quietly, safely buffered from the hooves, hustle and occasional mooing of the larger group. There, some of the youngsters, including a pint-sized newborn with a soft auburn shag, duck under udders to nurse. But the older ones get a hefty share of brewers mash along with their haylage; packed with 22% protein, the supplemental feed gives the junior cows a healthy nutritional boost—and bulk.

LaFranchi has a soft spot for the “cute little pennies,” as she calls them, often taking in calves with special needs from other ranches. “If anybody has problems, whether the mom dies, they’re twins or they’ve been kind of chewed up by the coyotes,” she says, “they send them to us, and we give them a little extra love.”

Enter Sparky, who lost part of his nose and his tail back in the spring, in a gruesome nighttime attack. “I don’t know how Frank kept him alive, but he did,” LaFranchi says of her husband’s heroic veterinary intervention. Sparky is now a spry, seven-month-old calf, but the accident left him unable to nurse properly, and consequently smaller and scrawnier than his peers.

For small-scale ranchers, outliers like Sparky—injured cattle, runts, orphans and calves with congenital defects—can impact their bottom line. “If you get cows that don’t fit your branded-beef program, you can’t sell them with your herd,” LaFranchi says. With premium cattle commanding premium prices at auction, it could devalue a cow by half, she notes, making the raising of misfits a costly proposition.

But “if you have cows that aren’t going to get you top dollar,” she says, “people can send them here, and they have a great life.” With beer grain defraying the cost of feed, those calves can bulk up alongside the herd while roaming the hilly pastures. And in a year or so, each head of cattle can provide the Redwood Empire Food Bank with up to 1,000 pounds of high-quality, locally sourced USDA beef.

That’s the premise of Range to Table: ranchers donate their undervalued cows to the program, receive a tax write-off from the Food Bank and maximize their impact on hunger relief in the local community.

Since its inception in 2012, nearly 40 regional ranchers have participated in the program, either through calves raised by LaFranchi—which she donates in their name—or through older cattle which have lost market value. “Everybody is beyond nice and very community-minded,” she says. Many have grown up locally, she adds, “and want to give back just a little.”

Contributions have steadily increased over the years, with large boosts during the Wine Country fires in 2017 and flooding in 2018, hitting an all-time record of 22,000 pounds of beef in 2019. Bottlenecks in meat processing during the pandemic brought donations down to a respectable 8,500 pounds last year, but LaFranchi is hoping for a bullish rebound as the industry normalizes.

Meanwhile, the need for food assistance has doubled since 2020, states the Food Bank’s Goodman, whose organization serves Sonoma, Lake, Mendocino, Humboldt and Del Norte counties. And each calamity, he adds, leaves a long wake of economic uncertainty in the region. “But whether it’s natural disasters—fires or floods—or human disasters like a federal shutdown or a global pandemic, it’s all the same,” he says. “Hunger doesn’t really care what the reason is.”

For Goodman, being able to offer nutritious protein—what he calls “center of plate” foods—is invaluable. “Beef is highly prized and very expensive, so it’s tremendous when we [can] provide that.” In the spirit of equality, the whole cow, prime cuts and all, is churned into ground beef. “It just stretches so much further,” he says. “You don’t want hamburger while the other person gets filet mignon, so this makes everybody happy.”

It’s a novel program, he notes, one that builds local resilience through a full circle of locally sourced resources. “I have this vision that this should be in every community, every state where there’s ranching,” he says. But in a profession that’s particularly vulnerable to uncertainty, Goodman recognizes that it takes dedication and a tough resolve to keep up the effort.

“Gratitude isn’t what fuels them,” he says of LaFranchi and Mongini. “Their fuel comes from within, just doing community good.” And, he emphasizes, “they continued to keep Range to Table alive after the [Kincaide] fire, when most people would have just folded up shop.”

Back at the ranch, “around here, there’s always something,” LaFranchi says. This year, she’s been trucking in 90,000 gallons of water a week since her ponds and springs dried up over the summer. “So much depends on what happens,” she says, “and you end up having to do things that you never, ever thought you’d have to do.”

But the pragmatic rancher isn’t one to ruminate on adversity. “[Ranching] isn’t exactly monetarily rewarding,” she says, “but it’s a great way of life, I’m not going to lie to you.” And with her herd of cattle, endless rolling pastures and a supportive community, she adds, “we’re just in a very fortunate situation to be able to make an impact.”

Naoki Nitta is a food and sustainability writer based in San Francisco.

Healing Habitat—Safari West joins fight against plastics

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Safari West is an incredible place. I’ll never forget the time I fed an apple slice to a giraffe that wrapped its three-foot-long, dark-black tongue all the way around my hand before twisting it backwards to pick its own nose. 

A trip to Safari West instills a sense of reverence at the sheer diversity of species this planet contains, and imparts a sense of mission, as many of the species protected and conserved at Safari West are critically endangered in the wild.

The genesis of Safari West is, unsurprisingly, as interesting as the place itself. In the 1980s one Peter Lang purchased 400 acres in the Mayacama foothills to safely house his growing collection of exotic animals. What was formerly a cattle ranch became a world-class conservation breeding facility for engaged species. In a romantic aside, during the initial years of establishing Safari West, through his work with the San Francisco Zoo, Lang met the lead curator and raptor-specialist who would become his wife and partner at the conservation, Nancy Lang. The two have combined their capacities to create an outstanding, world-class animal preserve.

Peter Lang’s dedication to the animals, and Safari West’s mission of preservation and protection, are so strong that during the 2018 Tubbs fire, he ignored evacuation orders and spent the entire night putting out fires and moving animals to safe enclosures, risking his own life. Though the Langs lost their home and several buildings on the preserve, none of the 1,000 animals who call Safari West home were hurt. It’s stories like this that really fortify one’s faith in human goodness.

Back in action after the Tubbs fire, Safari West provides programming to inform and inspire, at least as much as they can during the pandemic. A particularly enticing offering is the Conservation Dinner Series, where different guest speakers give after-dinner lectures on pertinent environmental and zoological topics at the Savannah Cafe, which offers diners the unique experience of Braai, a South African barbecue-style gathering that fosters connection, catch-ups and exceptional food cooked over wood stoves. It’s a phenomenon to experience on its own, and richer still when paired with insightful information from experts.

This past Saturday, Savannah Cafe patrons heard from Dr. Sandra Curtis, director of innovative projects with the Plastics Pollution Coalition, about their ongoing efforts and initiatives. The PPC is a global alliance of  over 1,200 organizations, businesses and thought leaders in 75 countries, working toward a world free of plastic pollution and its toxic impact on humans, animals and the environment.  Plastic is detrimental to every facet of life on Earth, and though a non-disposable product, 33% of plastic is used once and then “thrown away,” meaning that as it isn’t biodegradable, it is simply broken up into smaller and smaller pieces without actually being disposed of. Americans alone discard more than 30 million tons of plastic a year, with only 8% recycled. The remaining waste fills landfills, spoiling groundwater. (Stats taken from plasticspollutioncoalition.org)

PPC spear-heads projects like The Last Plastic Straw project, which addresses the jaw-dropping crisis of over 500,000,000 straws used per day in the United States, resulting in devastating plastic pollution. The ongoing effort to make plastic straws a thing of the past has gained great momentum—I know most of my favorite local coffee shops and eateries now offer biodegradable straws, and if I see plastic I don’t take it—but we need to make sure these sort of initiatives become second nature, rather than brightly burning but quickly extinguished endeavors toward change. PPC offers levels of engagement donors can opt into, including saying no to plastic straws, requesting that local eateries only offer straws upon request and/or switch to biodegradable product, and hosting a screening of STRAWS, a documentary by Linda Booker, named by One Green Planet one of the “5 documentaries that will make you rethink single-use plastics.” If you missed this particular post-braai talk—and most of us did, I imagine—learn more about PPC and your ability to effect positive change by visiting plasticspollutioncoalition.org.

I spoke with Sandra Curtis after the event, which she said went incredibly well. Her focus, she said, was animal-based, to best suit the setting. There are, unfortunately, myriad different catastrophes one can address when discussing the impacts of plastic. “I talked about the impact plastic has, especially on ocean animal life—I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of sea turtles with their necks bound in plastic drink rings. It’s horrific. I’ve done this three or four times now, and this turnout was the biggest,” she said. “It’s wonderful that they invite us to do this—and I want to share that the first time I was invited to speak at Safari West, [Conservation and Outreach Manager] Marie Martinez asked me to walk around with her and then talk to the staff and make any suggestions that might be helpful so they could reduce their plastic use. And it was a very interesting conversation with their staff. They’ve done an incredible job internally of reducing their plastic footprint.” 

This coming Friday, Dec. 17, Conservation Dinner Series will host Robert D. Rubin, founder and director of the Pacific Manta Research Group, which focuses heavily on the manta rays of the Eastern Pacific. This non-scientific talk on manta rays was given as a TEDx Talk several years ago, and is a wonderful way to learn more about the practices, patterns and need for these exceptional creatures. Go to safariwest.rezgo.com to book your braai.

Culture Crush—Lost Church, Blue Note Jazz Club, and More

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Santa Rosa

Opening Up

Those who have yet to set foot in recently reopened live-music venue the Lost Church can get a look at the intimate space during the Lost Church Holiday Happy Hour Open House. In addition to opening the big rolling doors that it resides behind, the venue presents a lineup of live music performed entirely by Lost Church staff members, including Josh Windmiller (the Crux), Michele Kappel (Secret Emchy Society/Yours Truly, Michele), Joshua James Jackson (Sharkmouth) and Bryce Dow-Williamson (DdW). Visit the Lost Church on Friday, Dec. 17, at 427 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. 6pm. Free, RSVP requested. Thelostchurch.org.

Napa & Marin

Shop Local

Last-minute holiday shoppers can visit local crafters and artists at several markets this weekend. In Napa, Makers Market Open Air Marketplace gathers local producers and purveyors of gifts and goods on Saturday, Dec. 18, at 1300 First St., Napa. 11am to 5pm. Firststreetnapa.com. Meanwhile, the MC Arts Gallery presents its second Holiday Soul Bazaar on Saturday and Sunday, Dec. 18–19, at 100 Donahue Ave., Marin City. Mcartsandculture.com. Then, the French Market Marin presents “The Big Christmas Show” outdoors antiques market on Sunday, Dec. 19, at Marin Veterans Auditorium parking lot, 10 Avenue of the Flags, San Rafael. 9am to 3pm. Thefrenchmarketmarin.com.

Sonoma

Gift of Dance

After two years online and outdoors, Sonoma Conservatory of Dance is back onstage this weekend to perform their classic winter show, The Snow Maiden. This original ballet, based on Russian folklore, is a long-running holiday highlight for the conservatory, and this year’s production brings together current and former students, as Artistic Director Patricia O’Reilly welcomes back several alumni in positions new and old. The Snow Maiden dances its way into the audience’s hearts on Saturday and Sunday, Dec. 18–19, at Sebastiani Theatre, 476 First St. East, Sonoma. 1pm both days. $12–$22. Proof of vaccination or a negative Covid test required. Sonomaconservatoryofdance.org.

North Bay

To the Moon

A North Bay musical tradition spanning 40 years, the Christmas Jug Band is back on tour and bringing with them a new single, “Christmas on the Moon,” an all-acoustic send-up of the recent billionaire space race. The jug band—featuring longstanding members like Austin de Lone, Gregory Leroy Dewey, Tim Eschliman and others—will also play their classic holiday hits when they take the stages on Saturday, Dec. 18, at the Big Easy in Petaluma; Sunday, Dec. 19, at Reel & Brand in Sonoma; and Wednesday, Dec. 22, at Sweetwater Music Hall in Mill Valley. Get details and tickets at Christmasjugband.com/live.

—Charlie Swanson

Freak Show—‘Nightmare Alley’ Shines

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Nightmare Alley, starring Tyrone Power and directed by Edmund Goulding, was just about the darkest of film noirs when it was released in 1947. Its disturbingly cynical storyline never fails to ring the doomsday bell for noiristas, but a remake …? It didn’t seem to need one.

Guillermo del Toro thought differently. The creator of The Shape of Water and Pan’s Labyrinth decided to film William Lindsay Gresham’s novel, rather than strictly remake the old movie, but the germ of fake midway-mentalist Stan Carlisle’s predicament remains the same. In the weary last days of the Great Depression, in a small town in the middle of nowhere, drifter Stan (Bradley Cooper), on the run from a murder, casually joins a traveling carnival as a roustabout day laborer. But his natural talent for predatory hustling spurs him to a higher level of carny knowledge.

As set up in del Toro and Kim Morgan’s screenplay, the carnival is a catchall destination for archetypal misfits. Bossman Clem (Willem Dafoe) keeps his collection of dead anomalies in glass jars, grotesqueries to shock the squares. Fortune teller Zeena (Toni Collette) and her unreliable alcoholic husband Pete (David Strathairn) are walking encyclopedias of trickery; Pete even keeps a book of routines to help carnies like Stan—in his new job—“see into” the minds of gullible customers. Stan becomes quite interested in dark-eyed beauty Molly (Rooney Mara), who does an “electric chair” thrill act while not under the protection of Bruno the strong man (Ron Perlman).

Everyone in the troupe, however, is repelled by the geek; a filthy, frenzied character—“Is he man or beast?”—who bites the heads off chickens. Stan soaks up the rackets and dirty secrets and puts them to use.

In accordance with the noir lexicon it’s a given that Stan will fall, and fall hard. How and why that might happen is largely up to a psychologist Stan meets after he has maneuvered his act into nightclubs to play to a richer class of chumps. Well-heeled Dr. Lilith Ritter—Cate Blanchett in her patented vulpine mode, all sharp chin and cheekbones—and eager con-man Stan seem made for each other. With his gift of gab and her sucker list, money should roll right in.

The scenario, considered uncommonly sleazy in 1947, seems to fit appropriately into 2021 as a tale of human frailty and guilty miscalculations. Nightmare Alley is its very own resplendent carnival of human failings, one of del Toro’s most accomplished fantasies and one of the best films of the year.

In theaters now.

Letters to the Editor—Outrage at Sausalito Police Department and More

Outrage

I have been following the behavior of the Sausalito Police Department, and I am sickened by the unprofessional and outwardly antagonistic behavior perpetrated against the homeless—and of late, the journalist recently arrested (“First Amendment,” Pacific Sun, Dec. 8).

When the definition of a “police state” comes to mind, it’s very difficult to NOT have the brash and completely inappropriate actions of these officers who are clearly NOT acting to de-escalate the already-tenuous circumstance the city faces, come to mind. Oh yes, let’s bring a civil lawsuit into the mix, as merely asking the DA to drop charges is absurd; a deprivation of this journalist’s personal freedoms and rights to document the activities of the police department were infringed.

I, for one, will stay the hell out of Sausalito. Basically, I don’t care how difficult the job of “the police” is, no justification exists for the actions of a few officers whose job it is to know better.  And when the community—as I have—has lost trust for/in Law Enforcement, it’s a sad day indeed.

Joseph Brooke

Point Reyes

End the Filibuster

Between Jan. 1 and Sept. 27 of this year, at least 19 states enacted 33 laws that make it harder for Americans to vote—and more will come out of GOP-held state legislatures unless we end the filibuster and protect our voting rights.

So far, I’ve seen more talk than action in the way President Biden has handled our voting-rights crisis. He advocated for voting rights legislation and asked Congress to take action, but if Biden actually wants the Senate to pass voting rights bills, he needs to use his influence as president to get the Senate to abolish the filibuster. Anything less is a failure of leadership.

Nicholas Lenchner

Santa Rosa

Heartfelt Return—Frankie Boots Gets Back on Stage

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Sonoma County–bred singer-songwriter Frankie Boots never takes for granted the joys of performing on stage for a live audience, yet he’s rarely looked forward to playing a show as much as he is looking forward to his headlining appearance on Friday, Dec. 17, at the Mystic Theatre in Petaluma.

“This is going to be a homecoming, of sorts,” Boots says.

The concert will be Boots’ first time playing live in the North Bay since moving back to the region from New Orleans at the onset of the pandemic. It will also be his first time on stage since he was assaulted, in July, outside the Twin Oaks Roadhouse while attending a show. The unprovoked attack left him with a broken nose, a fractured cheekbone and other injuries; as well as thousands of dollars in medical bills.

In August, Boots and Santa Rosa–musicians John Courage and Francesco Echo—who were also assaulted in the incident—spoke to the Bohemian about the attack and the need for more focus on safety and inclusivity in the local scene (“Venue for Debate,” Aug. 10).

Since the incident, Boots has received an outpouring of support, including a successful GoFundMe fundraiser to help with the bills, and he is encouraged that Twin Oaks Roadhouse is implementing measures like adding security to its events.

“It’s important that we have a lot of places for people to enjoy music,” Boots says. “It’s about making sure those places are safe.”

Moving forward, Boots recently wrapped up production on his fourth studio album, Free Range Songs From the Heart, which was in the works since before the pandemic.

He currently plans to release several singles from the album in early 2022, leading up to the record’s release in the spring.

Musically, the album is Boots’ most wide-ranging output yet, with songs written and recorded between living in New Orleans and visiting the West Coast pre-pandemic.

“My whole career I’ve been bouncing between a classic honky-tonk sound or early R&B or rock ’n’ roll,” he says. “Even though the songs can all be classified as Americana, they each have a different vibe to them. That’s the way I like to do it.”

Boots will preview several of the new album’s songs when he performs with a full band on Dec. 17 at the Mystic Theatre in a show that also features two other local heroes. Opening the show, Petaluma-native and Nevada-based Jade Brodie will play her brand of blue-collar folk, and Easy Leaves–bassist Kevin Carducci fronts his honky-tonk band Lowstar Rodeo.

For his own headlining set, Boots fronts a full band featuring Courage on guitar, Echo on bass, drummer Linden Reed and singer Schlee.

“I’ve been waiting for this pandemic to end and thinking that there was going to be a finish line or a green light to go,” Boots says. “As we know, it hasn’t really been that way. But, for me, I feel like this show is going to be that green light that’s going to mark my reentry into going back to music full-time.”

Frankie Boots performs on Friday, Dec. 17, at the Mystic Theatre, 23 Petaluma Blvd. N, Petaluma. 8:30pm. $18. 21 and over. Proof of vaccination required. mystictheatre.com

Enter Sandman—Remembering Metallica at the Phoenix Theatre

By Andrew Haynes

Metallica’s “San Francisco Takeover” happens this weekend. Their 40th-anniversary celebration is well deserved, as the guys have weathered storm after storm and remain standing at the top of the metal food chain.

Another anniversary passed quietly this past August, but a few North Bay metalheads have not forgotten the two nights ’Tallica completely demolished the Phoenix Theatre. The Black Album had yet to be released, but the rehearsals were announced on the radio for August 1st and 2nd 1991. Tickets sold out before they could even be printed up. Well, not really, but they disappeared instantly. You actually had to go to a BASS outlet to buy tickets in those days, and they were printed on cuneiform clay tablets—as in ancient Sumeria.

As one of the unlucky ticketless—sad but true—I decided on the tried-and-true; show up anyway. As a veteran live-music fan I knew that grit, determination and a catchy sign were required. I drew a nicely bloodied hammer and “Need ONE!” on a piece of cardboard and stood across the street outside Volpi’s Restaurant, waving the forks as cars drove by.

Sure enough, just before showtime, one of Metallica’s road dogs walked over and sold me a ticket for 20 bucks. Score!

The late-summer evening was very hot and dry, and inside was practically an oven. The Phoenix balcony was still open, and I found a rickety seat—aren’t they all?—and waited. “Ecstasy of Gold” poured from the speakers, surely the greatest intro music ever chosen.  Then as now, every Metallica show opens with the Ennio Morricone classic from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

The band came out on time, and the place went berserk. Like all the shows on that tour, “Enter Sandman” was the opening tune, and its first live performance was that night in Petaluma.   Pre-internet, no one had heard it, and the build-up was tense and ferocious. When they finally broke into the main part of the tune, the entire crowd was theirs.

After an hour and a half of creeping death, battery, sonic destruction and three encores, the building was severely damaged, and a seismic retrofit was desperately needed. Youtube has it up for the completist fan.

Thankfully, the band had special T-shirts printed up with “Rehearsing with Metallica in Petaluma” written on the back.  Eight weeks later they played Tushino airfield near Moscow for a crowd so immense no one is quite sure how many were there.  Jason Newsted wore the Petaluma shirt which can be seen in the infamous video. The crowd response makes a Nuremberg Rally look benign. The Soviet Union collapsed shortly afterwards.

Despite the band’s massive following, the Petaluma show would not be the last time they played small halls.  A recent SF Independent club show and extended fans-only runs at the Fillmore several years back prove the band never forgot where they came up from.

So, while I can’t say I saw them at Metal Mondays at the Old Waldorf in ’82, I can say I remember the night they destroyed the Phoenix. And I have the hearing loss to prove it. So what? Now, get off my lawn.

Andrew Haynes lives in Petaluma.

The Little Beast—Machine Memories

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Comes a time when a fella needs to decide whether to keep pumping money into his 19-year-old truck or to ply the Covid-constipated California supply chain for a new one.

I guess it’s that time, and I guess I’m that fella.

Truth is, my beloved 2003 Nissan Frontier—a.k.a. the Little Beast—has his share of cracks and leaks. In the past few months I’ve replaced his valve covers and gaskets, as well as the seal between his transmission and engine. I wanted my mechanic to do more work, but some parts are no longer manufactured, and he told me he won’t remove the transmission again—it’s just too big a job to take on.

Life wasn’t always this way. I used to drive the Little Beast like a racehorse, without a care in the world. Six hours down to California City, 14 hours up to Seattle, 15 hours out to Uranium Springs—I’d sit back and listen to the whir of the stock supercharger as my front grill ate up the pavement hour after hour, and drop into High 4 when I finally hit the mud or the sand.

I bought the Little Beast stock in 2008, back when I had money to burn, added bigger wheels, all-terrain tires, a couple of inches of lift, a winch bumper, a cat-back exhaust system, a winch and a cone air filter. I’ve loved every moment I’ve ever spent in or around that machine.

It’s apparent my boy is feeling his age. His clutch has a lot of play, his reverse lights flicker, a piece of his rusted-out exhaust pipe fell off last month, the AC and the CD player have been out for years. But I don’t want to buy a new-used truck, I just want to drive my bad boy for as long as I can. He’s the only truck I ever wanted.

I’m not the only person in this predicament. At least a half-dozen people I know are also doing everything they can to keep their old trucks alive. The general consensus is that these old machines have character, are well-built and belong to a rapidly diminishing generation of pre-completely electronic and plastic vehicles that will soon disappear forever.

My mechanic told me, “Might as well keep him, Mark. Because of Covid, the price of used pickup trucks is up as much as 50%. If you try to buy another one right now, you’ll wind up with someone else’s piece of junk.”

I’d rather hold on to my own piece of junk, thank you very much. The Little Beast is a joy to drive: I’ll love him till the day I die.

Mark Fernquest lives and drives in West County.

Green Aid—Emerald Cup Small Farms Initiative

I’m not going to lie: IMHO the Emerald Cup is a hub of a wheel of the machine crushing small cannabis farmers in California right now.

This column has detailed elsewhere how prices have dropped off a cliff here in Northern California. The growth was out of whack. That’s why the fabled Emerald Cup moved to L.A., for the growth that limelight brings—and the national press. 

Still, Santa Rosa’s consolation Emerald Cup Harvest Ball is not a bad deal. The music program is solid, and the stoner-business vibe feels posh like a trade show should.

But are we just glorifying the Big Money beasts? The growth-hungry entities again run amuck, capturing all the attention with their neon-lit geodesic booths?

Having emerged from the sacred grounds of the Emerald Triangle, Cup head Tim Blake and the Emerald Cup team know the importance of the farmer. They want to honor those community members and to do so, they launched the Emerald Cup Small Farms Initiative with a variety of events at the Emerald Cup Harvest Ball as well as the 18th Annual Emerald Cup Awards.

“The Emerald Cup began as a celebration of small-batch Northern California farmers,” says Michael Katz, executive director of the Mendocino Cannabis Alliance. “Tim Blake and his daughter Taylor … made sure that this year they would put their resources into providing free access to small farmers because of the incredible challenges that the small-farming community is facing.”

I’m not going to pretend that this initiative is enough to set things straight, because truthfully, I don’t think anyone knows what to do to fix this.

But it is something big for these 27 farmers: Bella Farms, Briceland Forest Farm, Bud Farm, First Cut Farms, Flower Lady Farms, Flying Tiger Farm, Frogville Farms, Hash and Flowers, Higher Heights, Lovingly & Legally, Magic Meadow Farm, Mendocino Family Farm, Mendocino Producers Guild, Native Humboldt Farms, Neukom Family Farm, Noble Gardens, OG Gardens, River Txai Farms/Arcanna Flowers, Sol Spirit Farm, Sovereign 707, Spring Creek Farm, Sunnabis: Humboldt’s Full Sun Farms, Sweet Creek Farm, WAMM Phytotherapies, Whitehorn Valley Farm, Woodnote Farms and Yuba River Organics.

Frankly, many of these farmers aren’t going to have much of a web presence. But if you think you recognize a brand, or its name implies it’s from your area, look into the farmers above. Many of these growers will gain traction and start to “grow” into statewide names, like the champions of cannabis so boldly on display at the Ball.

Others, thankful for the boost to help stabilize their business, will be happy to go on “growing” as they always have, attentive to the earth and the plant it brings, bringing from their farm the gift of cannabis to their community.

In the Cards—Tarot to Go

Do not doubt the mesmerizing power of cards. For centuries people have assigned their fate to the outcome of a game of poker, blackjack or chemin-de-fer. So vital is the card game to the plot of the James Bond movie Casino Royale that the film devotes some 40 minutes to dramatizing it.

A colleague of this newspaper recently gave me my first tarot reading, and it was illuminating. As with any occult art there are different methods, but this is the one I experienced: From the tarot deck I drew five cards, which served as something like plot points in the story of my life. There was the establishment of present concerns, then barriers and finally a sacrifice to be made to reach the resolution. The cards provided archetypal images, and my imagination did the rest.

By imagination I do not mean simple daydreams, of course, but a power of realization that mirrors by analogy the act of divine creation. The “magic” of tarot lies in the power conferred by the user. The cards are imbued with divinatory power, and to the tarot reader one attributes arcane insight. The session is experienced as a moment outside profane everyday life, a sojourn into sacred time that reveals the workings of Providence upon destiny. The imagination serves as the bridge between the physical world and the metaphysical realm of potentials and possibilities, and crafts a story for the reader and only the reader.

“The tarot is one of the most wonderful of human inventions,” writes occult historian Emile Grillot de Givry. “This pack of pictures, in which destiny is reflected as in a mirror with multiple facets, exercises so irresistible an attraction on imaginative minds that it is hardly possible austere critics should ever succeed in abolishing its employment.”

A warning: One should use the power of one’s will to keep imagination in check, as one’s first interpretation of the card spread may be only what their lower consciousness or ego wants to see. One should employ the method of initiatic science and test one’s interpretation until intuition confirms the interpretation that resonates the most deeply; that may not be the interpretation one wanted, as the challenges it presents may seem impossible. Then again, what is possible is merely a matter of opinion.

Those fascinated by the kings and queens, knights and fools in a standard deck of playing cards will find that the tarot will take them from poker to the Kabbalah, and from blackjack to the sacred science of Hermeticism and the powers of the soul to transform itself and create the life it envisions based on their highest potential.

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