In These Times

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It’s just 72 hours till election day, and North Carolina Sen. Charles Whitmore (Matt Farrell) is having a crisis of faith.

A recent school shooting in his hometown has led him to question his belief in God and in his usual staunch defense of the Second Amendment. What’s worse, he’s admitted as much to a reporter (Zack Acevedo). His campaign manager (Katie Watts-Whitaker) is apoplectic. His Bible-quoting, Glock-toting wife (Priscilla Locke) will have none of it. He’s about to make the biggest campaign speech of his life. Will he stick to the script?

Playwright Jason Odell Williams’ Church & State is an interesting 80-minute polemic on the political paralysis that has gripped our nation on this subject. While there’s no doubt where Williams and director Steven David Martin stand on the issue of gun control, the play does not reduce those who take a different stand to cartoon figures. It does, however, wrap the debate in a sitcom-like script, albeit one with a jolting and effective climax.

Farrell does well as the conflicted senator, though he lacks some gravitas and maturity. Locke is terrific in the haphazardly written role as his wife, and Watts-Whitaker holds her own in scenes between the two. Acevedo plays multiple roles and provides some of the play’s lighter moments as a campaign gofer.

Rating (out of 5): ★★★

Caitlin Strom-Martin directs a very strong cast in the Donald Margulies–penned Time Stands Still. Maureen O’Neill plays Sarah Goodwin, a photojournalist returning home after being blown up by a roadside bomb in Iraq. She’s accompanied by her partner, James (Rusty Thompson), a reporter who had returned stateside earlier after suffering a breakdown from his own war-zone experiences. While Sarah’s are more visible, both individuals have scars that run deep.

The scabs from those scars are ripped by off by the arrival of Sarah’s editor, Richard (Pablo Romero), and his rather young (“There’s young, and there’s embryonic.”) and deceptively lightweight girlfriend, Mandy (Emily Tugaw). Their relationship has James contemplating a less chaotic life while Sarah looks to return to her work. Time may stand still but relationships don’t.

Margulies’ thought-provoking script about life’s dramas, both big and small, is well-served by the artists involved in this production. ★★★★

Write the Storm

In the early hours of
Oct. 9 last year, poet Ed Coletti and his wife, Joyce, were among the thousands who fled their home from the firestorm.

The Colettis escaped with their lives, but lost their home and possessions to the Tubbs fire. It’s an experience Coletti will never forget, and one he revisits in his new poetry chapbook,

Firestorm, self-published on his longtime imprint, Round Barn Press.

“We were so traumatized, and poetry gave me a way to express the things that I hadn’t quite worked out yet, and still haven’t,” Coletti says.

In Firestorm, Coletti reflects on the terror of those early hours while also recounting the support of his family, friends and the community that helped him move forward, including purchasing a new home in May.

Here is an excerpt:

‘When Random Sharks Attack’

When a frenzy of orange threshers

battle-sharpened yellow teeth ablaze

rushes to take your home

nothing can prepare you for the carnage

Denial an oh so temporary refuge

briefly houses your future plans and hopes

It too is overtaken by voracious marauders

I speak as one consumed

I dream of a huge red bear

I am empty sad feel worthless

I don’t know what to do be still
or fight

Luck had saved me up ’til the present

I’m watching scores of rock doves swoop

these Oakland hills evade the stoop of circling

red tail hawks eye level with our refuge from

the fire of that black senses-deadened infant

morning’s blind-eyed rush sans a single dorsal fin

to warn or woo while now and here in hills

across the Bay awake to strangeness:

curse of phantom pain we know but still

we want the easy comfort of our house

the sense of going home to what we know

to what we together purchased once we married

I seek a new thesaurus to explain things

Here in space where furniture doesn’t fit me

in and out of my body feeling freaky

If it’s true that attachment equaled suffering

I’ve been shoved on to the road of enlightenment

all too quickly here in a region known as Purgatory

atoning for my sin of routine comfort

We almost died

We did not die

We lost a house

And all possessions

Much more remains

In the rubble of our pain

The innocence of sharks

very much maligned

Ed Coletti reads from ‘Firestorm’, Sept. 29, at SOCO Coffee, 1015 4th St., Santa Rosa. 4:30pm. Free. 707.527.6434.

Misspent Youth

Oddly, it seems Joan Jett has quite a good reputation. The inspiring documentary Bad Reputation, named after her early 1980s hit, is a paean to the veteran rocker. She gets praise from Iggy Pop and Blondie’s Deborah Harry; we learn of her good influence on artists as diverse as Miley Cyrus, Darby Crash, Laura Jane Grace and actor Michael J. Fox.

We note her days as a hard-charging musician, as a stand-up person who traveled to Iraq and Bosnia to entertain the troops, and her work for animal rights. Jett’s excessive drinking in the rough times after her first band, the Runaways, broke up is about the only character deficit admitted to here.

Gifted with a Silvertone guitar by her parents one Christmas, the smoldering Jett parlayed that into L.A.’s glam rock scene, mostly at a small L.A. disco run in the mid 1970s by Mountain View–bred Rodney Bingenheimer. Kim Fowley—who has a mixed reputation, either as pervy mastermind or astute, if eccentric, music producer—pre-fabbed the underaged band the Runaways during a time of ’70s gender blur.

“Guys are turning into fags so the girls are turning into John Wayne,” Fowley says in the film. When the Runaways began, the macha Jett wasn’t even the lead singer. The feedback changed as their market widened. As Jett puts it, “It went from ‘cute and sweet’ to ‘slut and whore.'”

Director Kevin Kerslake’s efforts to underscore Jett as a groundbreaker means downplaying the rock chops of some of her contemporaries, such as Joni Mitchell (she wasn’t all just “Big Yellow Taxi”). While the testimonials for Jett abound, particularly from Kathleen Hanna of Bikini Kill, we don’t get very deep into her inner life.

It’s a warm film, though. For decades, Jett’s back has been guarded by Kenny Laguna, a vet of the bubblegum music craze of the late 1960s, and his wife and daughter. Kenny’s main lesson on songwriting comes from Casablanca records founder Neil Bogart: “Don’t bore us, get right to the chorus.”

It’s pleasant to see the easiness between Laguna and Jett, sharing a spliff, or grousing together about stage costumes as Jett takes some electrical tape to a black spandex outfit in danger of a seam-split. And the documentary is full of savory odds and ends, including the sight of Jett absolutely rocking “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” and the story of how 23 record companies turned down Jett’s demo. They didn’t get “I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll.” Perhaps it was too deep?

‘Bad Reputation’ opens Wednesday, Sept. 26, at select North Bay theaters for a special screening.

Going, Going—Gonzo!

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Have no fear—the end is not near, or here. Victory is ours, Earthlings. Or so the website for the Global Climate Action Summit declared at the end of a week-long series of panels, talks, interviews and informal conversations that brought together dozens of official delegates and hundreds of observers from Asia, Africa, Europe and the Americas.

The web text reads, “The tide has turned in the race against climate change.” That was news to me, especially after I listened to dozens of speeches during a couple of daylong marathon sessions last week.

It is true that I was stoned for much of the proceedings. Before I arrived at the Moscone Center on Third Street in San Francisco I enjoyed a legal edible from the Garden Society.

The instructions on the package advised that it might take up to two hours for the edible take effect, but the cannabis-laced chocolate kicked in in less than 30 minutes—and lasted five hours.

Having altered my own inner climate, which was far easier to do than reverse global climate change, I was cool enough, calm enough and collected enough to enjoy the likes of actor Alec Baldwin; chimpanzee champion Jane Goodall; New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio; former U.S. Senator John Kerry (who helped negotiate the Paris Accords); and a woman from north of the Arctic Circle who explained to me that she and the tribes of the north, and the polar bears, too, have “a right to ice,” which is now threatened by global warming.

If the tribes above the Arctic Circle had a right to ice, I figured I had a right to be high at the Global Climate Action Summit, and to do my best to channel Dr. Hunter S. Thompson—who no doubt would have skewered this event in much the same way the late gonzo journalist skewered the Kentucky Derby and various Republican and Democratic conventions. Let’s start with the sponsors: Bank of America, Kaiser Permanente, Google, Facebook and Amazon.

Hundreds of climate-change demonstrators took to the streets outside the event, and hundreds of police officers, too. The woman who issued credentials said, “It’s organized chaos this morning.” On Friday cops, and protesters were gone, except for bearded Bill Callahan from San Rafael who held a sign and told me, “We don’t have enough respect for our planet. We need to protect it and to live responsibly.”

A friend in the city who had offered me a bed for the week, told me as I was leaving his house to go to the Moscone Center, “This whole event is about green capitalism.” I thought about his comment on the N-Judah street car and on the line waiting to get inside the Moscone Center. “Is this event about green capitalism?” I asked Shashi Menon, CEO of a corporation in Iowa that’s developing biofuels. Menon gave me an unambiguous answer.

“Yes, it is,” he said. “We’ll have a better chance to survive catastrophic climate change with green capitalism than with the other kind.”

I didn’t hear anyone inside the Moscone Center mention the words “socialism” or “communism” though a member of the Central Committee of the Revolutionary Communism Party, who was protesting in the street, handed me a brochure entitled “How We Can Really Make Revolution” in which I read “The system of capitalism-imperialism cannot be reformed.” No one inside the Moscone Center wanted a revolution of the sort that the Revolutionary Communist Party had in mind. What sane person would? Communism, Russia style, had been a disaster for the environment and for human beings, too.

What delegates and participants wanted most of all was to survive the kind of storms that were battering the Philippines and that would soon batter the Eastern Seaboard of the United States.

Former Vice President Al Gore, who spoke like a man on fire, explained to the audience that, “we are in the early stage of the sustainability revolution which will be as profound as the industrial and the digital revolutions of the past.” Gore lashed out at “heat stress,” “rain bombs and “mud slides,” and lamented the fact that there were “millions of climate refugees” around the world. If there was a new president in Washington D.C., the U.S. would rejoin the Paris accords, Gore predicted. “We have the political will,” he said.

“And that’s a renewal resource.”

Bill de Blasio said that New York was investing 2 percent of its pension assets in climate solutions. He added that it would take “trillions of dollars for decades to save us.”

Jane Goodall has moved on from chimps in Africa. Now, she travels around the world and talks about the need to save forests that are destroyed by the timber industry, and to make way for agriculture, to grow more grains, feed more cattle and produce more beef.

“Don’t eat things that are bad for you and for the planet,” Goodall said. She had stopped being a carnivore, she explained, when she looked down at a piece of meat on the plate in front of her and saw, “pain, suffering and death.”

Goodall allowed that many people in the world “felt helpless,” but she asked the crowd that gave her a standing ovation to remember “the indomitable human spirit.”

The panel of mayors from four continents was a study in contrasts. Annie Hidalgo, from Paris, was the best dressed of the lot—her white high-heeled shoes stole the show—and her smile was infectious, too, though Zandile Gumede, the Mayor of Durban in South Africa looked stunning in the tradition garb for women in her society.

“Sixty percent of the people in Durban have no electricity,” she said. “But we have the same vision that you have here in California.” Sayeed Khokon, the Mayor of Dhaka in Bangladesh—and the son of the former mayor, explained that jobs, housing and hygiene were much needed in his city. “There are too many people in Dhaka,” he said. “They have to be moved to the countryside. If they do they get free housing.”

At the Moscone, Donald Trump was the boogieman. Alec Baldwin was the court jester, Jerry Brown, the gray eminence and John Kerry his front man. Paul Polman, the CEO at Unliver—one of the major global companies committed to sustainability—gave the packed house a real fright when he said, “We’re losing the battle against climate change.” But he added, “The cost of not acting is greater than the cost of acting.”

Near the end of the marathon Summit, Dave Matthews came on stage with an acoustic guitar and said, “We have to bridge the gap between the people who have a voice and those who feel voiceless and who are desperate to act.” He added, “This is a very strange gig” and the sang two spirited songs, including Woody Guthrie’s hymn “This Land Is Your Land.”

Before he walked off the stage, Matthews told the audience that he and Jane Goodall were “going off to drink Scotch.” If they had invited me I would not have had to think twice. But I was okay. I was still stoned, and I was ready to join Jane Goodall, become a vegetarian and do what I could do to restore our deforested planet.

No, I wasn’t a revolutionary. I was merely a restorationist and proud to be one.

From Russia with Beer

Around 1800, the Russian czar realized the obvious when it came to Russian America (then Alaska): it’s impossible to grow food there. To solve this problem, the Russia-America Company sailed south in search of fertile soil and a temperate climate. What would become Washington and Oregon were too cold and wet, but the Russians stopped to plant flags there just in case. Then, in 1809 or so, Russia-America Company official Ivan Kuskov explored a river no European had ever traversed. Venturing inland, Kuskov discovered just what Russian America needed. In 1812 he founded Fort Ross, and for the next 30 years, the Russian Empire extended from the gates of Warsaw to the virgin wilderness that would one day become Santa Rosa.

Today we call the river Kuskov navigated the Russian River, and in Santa Rosa, the Russian River Brewing Company produces some of the world’s finest beer. As a history nerd and beer lover, I wondered about the beer in Russia. Was RRBC living up to the beer produced by its namesake country, or were Russian craft brewers playing catch-up with the West?

To find answers, on May Day I flew to Moscow with one goal in mind: to drink copious amounts of beer. The trip was a success, and I am now ready to present the results of my painstaking, inebriated research. What follows are seven Russian beers, one for each day of my trip abroad.

Thursday, May 3

Beer: IPA v.2

Brewery: Wolf’s Brewery

ABV: 5.9 percent

On my first full day in the Russian capital, I explored GUM, the famed shopping mall just off Red Square. On the first floor, I browsed the aisles of Russia’s most luxurious grocery store, Gastronom No. 1. With bottled beers left and right, I faced a hoppy dilemma. I purchased Wolf’s Brewery IPA v.2, the first of three IPAs I would drink during my trip. That afternoon, the beer chilled in my hotel room’s mini-fridge as I continued my adventure throughout the city.

The beer was Siberia-cold when I returned late that evening after witnessing the Victory Day parade practice. And before you ask, of course I took a selfie in front of an SS-29 mobile ICBM missile launcher. Popping the top (my hotel room had a bottle opener bolted to the wall above the bathroom sink—did Putin know I was coming?), I sat back and indulged in the great American tradition of drinking while watching Netflix—but in a foreign country.

The beer was a pleasantly bitter IPA, but a little light on the tongue. Not much going on with the flavor. I wondered how far the beer had evolved since v.1. The new version had to be better, right? Overall, it was a standard but inoffensive IPA, an excellent way to end a long, enjoyable day.

Verdict: Pliny Lite, not coming soon to a brewpub near you.

Friday, May 4

Beer: American Style IPA

Brewery: Jaws Brewery

ABV: 7 percent

I battled jet lag during my second full day in Moscow. After waking up from an afternoon nap, I set off for the Museum of the Great Patriotic War. Within the immense museum are many solemn exhibits detailing the Soviet Union’s role in defeating Nazi Germany: a gallery of books containing the names of the 25 million Soviet war dead, an impeccably detailed, life-size recreation of the Battle of Berlin and multiple murals that capture the horror of war from the perspective of soldiers and civilians alike. By the time I left the museum, I needed a beer and some traditional Russian cuisine.

On the menu that night were pelmeni (the best Russian food to pair with beer!) at Lepim I Varim. A waitress wearing a T-shirt that proclaimed “Make Pelmeni Great Again!” rang up my order. The fresh, piping-hot lamb and cilantro-stuffed dumplings arrived at my table less than five minutes later.

Accompanying this excellent meal was an American Style IPA courtesy of Jaws Brewery. The beer caught my eye for the psychedelic design on the bottle. As you’ll see again with the next beer, I’m a sucker for flashy labels. Unfortunately, the beer did not live up to its counter-culture advertising. Again, there just wasn’t a lot going on with the taste. Light on the bitterness, not much mouthfeel, not much anything. But it was a good beer to pair with pelmeni, as the flavor, what there was of it, didn’t overpower the dumplings. The only surprise was that the taste didn’t suggest anything near
7 percent ABV. However, I didn’t doubt that fact an hour later when I nearly dozed off during the metro ride back to my hotel. Jet lag and alcohol made for a sleepy combination.

Verdict: The beer is a square in hippie’s clothing. Also, I’m a lightweight.

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Saturday, May 5

Beer: Rizhaya Sonya Ginger IPA

Brewery: One Ton Brewery

ABV: 6.2 percent

It took three days, but I finally visited the real Russia on Saturday morning when I traveled to the Central Air Force Museum in Monino. During the hour-and-a-half commuter train ride, local entrepreneurs walked between train cars, hawking everything from knives to umbrellas. Just take a moment to imagine what would happen if a guy started waving around a knife on a SMART train.

Arriving in Monino, I walked a mile among crumbling apartment blocks before reaching one of the largest outdoor aviation museums in the world. I giddily snapped pictures of MiGs, Ilyushins and Tupolevs. It was a blast getting to see all those Cold War–era fighter jets and passenger planes, but by the time I returned to Moscow around 2pm I was hungry and, more importantly, thirsty for beer.

Rizhaya Sonya Ginger IPA’s label depicts a grinning ginger lass brandishing a Medieval mace wrapped around a bazooka. Like the old warplanes I had seen that morning, it has an industrial vibe, so I had a bottle with lunch.

The beer was an acceptable complement to the food, but didn’t deliver on the promise of ginger. It was there, but only slightly, as if the brewer had thrown a single hand of ginger into the tank at the last minute. Honestly, the beer would have been better without it.

Verdict: Sorry, fellas, but she’s not a natural redhead.

Sunday, May 6

Beer: Unfiltered Lager

Brewery: Sibirskaya

ABV: 5 percent

Do you enjoy the kitsch of a ’90s Applebee’s, the nostalgia of a ’50s diner and the Soviet Union? If so, then Varenichnaya No. 1 is the restaurant for you! The chain appeals to Russian adults who grew up in the late ’70s-early ’80s and now pine for the era’s simple comfort food. Surrounded by knick-knacks that included an old Soviet radio and television, I ordered a Sibirskaya (Siberian Crown) unfiltered lager and two pastry shells stuffed with minced lamb.

Sibirskaya has an interesting American connection. A couple of years ago, some company reps pulled up to actor David Duchovny’s house in a dumptruck full of rubles and convinced him to star in a two-minute commercial where he extolled the virtues of being Russian. To its credit, the ad boasts the highest production value of any Russian propaganda film since the end of the Cold War.

But like life in the Soviet Union under Brezhnev, the lager is stagnant. The beer’s only redeeming quality was that it cut the taste of my meal—the pastry shells exploded with grease the moment I cut into them.

Verdict: David, you fool! You sold your soul for some ersatz Blue Moon!

Monday, May 7

Beer: Red Whale Amber Ale

Brewery: Landau Beerlab

ABV: 5.5 percent

The Tretyakov Gallery contains one of the most stunning paintings you’ll ever see. Ilya Repin’s Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on November 16, 1581 depicts the crazed czar just moments after he struck his heir on the head with a gold scepter. His eyes haunted and devastated, Ivan futilely attempts to stop the flow of blood from his adult son’s left temple. Blood stains the ornate carpet beneath the two men.

I felt compelled to imbibe an amber ale.

Just down the street from the Tretyakov was Miles, a chill cafe that serves beer, burgers and coffee. While sitting on a couch on the upper floor, I sipped a Landau Beerlab Red Whale Amber Ale. The name was a mouthful, and so was the beer. The initial taste was light and fruity, but after swallowing, it left a denser flavor, a pleasant spiciness that lingered on my tongue. It was my first beer in Russia that I savored to the last drop.

Verdict: Russia’s secret weapon to close the beer gap.

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Tuesday, May 8

Beer: Black Currant and Raspberry Berliner Weisse

Brewery: Bakunin

ABV: 4.5 percent

If I was going to write an article about Russian beer, I had to consult with an expert in the field. On Tuesday night, I took part in a bar-hopping escapade organized by a local tour company. My guide for the evening was Anna, part-time tour guide, English tutor and, interestingly enough, former confectioner. The other members of the tour were a pair of Austrian nurses taking a break from their jobs and small-town life. The three bars we visited that evening were packed with Russian men and women who didn’t care if they had a hangover in the morning. The next day was a national holiday: Victory Day.

Between bites of salted fish, pickled fish and fried cheese, I sampled many unique beers that adequately represented the malty to bitter spectrum. However, the black currant and raspberry Berliner Weisse was the most memorable of the bunch. It poured dark purple and smelled of crushed berries. The taste was slightly sour, but not so much as the Russian River Brewing Company’s sour ale. It was a solid B+ beer. The only downside was that its flavor would overpower anything you might want to eat alongside it—a problem, as Russians always snack when they drink.

Verdict: Following in the footsteps of the real-life Mikhail Bakunin, this fruity beer wages anarchy on bourgeoisie flavors.

Wednesday, May 9

Beer: Boro-da Lager Premium

Brewery: Daka Brewery

ABV: 7 percent

To quote George Bluth from Arrested Development, “There’s a good chance I may have committed some
light treason” when
I wore the Ribbon of St. George during the Victory Day festivities on May 9. To patriotic Russians, Victory Day is like the Fourth of July, the Super Bowl, Thanksgiving and St. Patrick’s Day all rolled into one. Who says you can’t pay your respects to the past while eating, drinking and partying yourself into utter oblivion?

In the morning I witnessed a military flyover near the Kremlin that climaxed with fighter jets streaming the colors of the Russian flag over the city center.

After finding a bar with an empty seat, I ordered a Boro-da Premium Lager. From appearances alone, it looked like a refreshing, malty beer, and for the most part, it was. Taking my first sip, though, I had to do a double take. I half-expected to find a handful of Werther’s Originals floating in my glass. To put it another way, if Starbucks ever plans to release a sugary-sweet Frappuccino beer, they know which brewery to consult.

Verdict: “I got a Frap Pliny for Vlad ready at the bar!”

A specter is haunting Russia—a specter of hops. IPAs are everywhere, and most rank as “good enough.” Russia’s best beers are those that brewers have imbued with traditional Russian flavors.

My fellow beer comrades, if you should find yourself in Moscow, St. Petersburg or somewhere in the provinces, seek out these unique beers over the IPAs and watery, imitation lagers. And whatever you do, avoid Sibirskaya like the pestilence it is.

Nazdarovya!

Fire Wall

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Last month Rebuild Northbay founder Darius Anderson was in Washington, D.C. Anderson posted on Facebook that he was in the capital “advocating with caring elected officials and concerned business leaders to help the fire survivors of the 2017 fires.” He did not elaborate on who those business leaders were.

Anderson went on share a group photo, which included a couple of caring local officials—including Santa Rosa Mayor Chris Coursey and Sonoma County Supervisor David Rabbitt.

Anderson’s trip came on the heels of news that Rebuild Northbay had “partnered” with disaster-recovery giant AshBritt to donate $450,000 to rebuild a concrete-and-wood fence along Hopper Avenue in Coffey Park. It’s a pricey deal: the remains of the current wall on Hopper must first be demolished and carted off before any new wall can be constructed.

The move was heralded by Coffey Strong in media reports about the outbreak of corporate altruism on AshBritt’s part. Rebuild Northbay is the nonprofit formed by Anderson and has positioned itself as a post-fire clearinghouse of contributions from individuals and corporations. Roughly speaking, Rebuild exists to help provide bridge funding for fire-related projects and alleviate pressure on local budgets in the process.

But local union advocates want to know why AshBritt is even operating in the North Bay at all? “They are a low-road, non-union, right-wing, ambulance-chasing company,” says Marty Bennett of North Bay Jobs for Justice.

The firm’s arrival locally was met with skeptical eyeballs from the local labor movement, which pushed earlier this year for pay equity for workers hired to conduct the cleanup. AshBritt has been on-scene in the county during clearing of debris from the fire sites. The company has had a pre-positioned contract in the region for the past four years, pre-dating the 2017 fires.

AshBritt Environmental has been a go-to company for FEMA and the Army Corps of Engineers since Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast in 2005 and nearly destroyed New Orleans. With the impact of Hurricane Florence in the Carolinas hitting home—and North Bay residents anxiously waiting out fire season—it’s worth asking just what is the connection, if any, between Anderson and AshBritt. The company says there is none.

The arrangement raises questions about who, if anyone, stands to gain from it, besides the residents of Coffey Park. One leading candidate out the gate is James Lee Witt, whom Anderson previously tapped to head his nonprofit. Witt showed up in Sonoma County as a sort of goodwill ambassador who counseled local officials on how to get the recovery right. He has since moved on after a brief stint.

Witt remains a disaster-capitalist power broker in his own right. He is the former head of of FEMA, and a so-called Friend of Bill from Clinton’s terms in the 1990s. As the Bohemian reported earlier this year, he’s also the head of several disaster-services companies, and private-equity funds devoted to attracting investments into large infrastructure projects.

AshBritt was created by well-connected Republicans in the 1990s, an effort spearheaded by former Republican National Chairman Haley Barbour. The company has functioned as a meta-contractor of sorts for other disaster-services companies that do the cleanup work after Mother Nature (or a downed PG&E pole) strikes.

AshBritt was the subject of a New Jersey state inquiry over billing following Superstorm Sandy. When that storm ravaged the Northeast in late 2012, AshBritt was awarded a so-called “piggyback” contract to the tune of $150 million to provide debris-removal services in New Jersey, under the governorship of Chris Christie. A “piggyback” contract means that New Jersey was able to utilize an Ashbritt contract that was already in place in Connecticut. That contract was initially subject to typical procurement requirements.

According to press reports from the Garden State, Christie hired the company after a nudge from Barbour, and immediately after the storm—under “exigent circumstance” rules that don’t require competitive bidding for a new contract. FEMA documents indicate that the agency doesn’t favor “piggybacked” contracts.

State investigators subsequently found that because of errors committed by the monitoring firms, subcontractors working for AshBritt overcharged the state by some $300,000. The money was refunded to the state by AshBritt, says Moskowitz, “and we didn’t ask the contractors to pay it back.”

The companies identified in the state comptroller’s investigation that looked into the over-billing issue were Louis Berger, Arcadis—and Witt O’Brien’s.

Now AshBritt has a partner in Anderson, which at first blush may rough-out the contours of the post-disaster deal-making process in the region; an AshBritt statement from CEO Brittany Perkins that first appeared in the Press Democrat said the company was “proud to partner with Rebuild Northbay and Coffey Strong.”

AshBritt spokesman Gerardo Castillo says in an email that the wall-building project is a go and that the company is “fully committed to the contribution and we are looking forward to the commencement of this construction.” He adds that local contractors Mountain G and Wolff Contracting are on standby, “ready to begin work when the Coffey Strong project managers give them the green light to move forward.”

He says the $450,000 donation is part of the company’s mandate. “We have
a long-standing record of doing
this throughout the United States, given that recovery efforts for communities are long-term as well.”

AshBritt General Counsel Jared Moskowitz says that while the firm has worked with Witt O’Brien’s—”they have monitored us dozens of times,” he says—the company has never contracted directly with Witt O’Brien, which is typically hired by cities or municipalities to provide a monitoring role. “We’ve never hired [Witt],” he says. “He’s never worked for us. We’ve never worked for him.”

And despite the well-publicized announcement of the “partnership” in Coffey Park, Moskowitz stresses that “there is no connection between AshBritt and Darius Anderson. The suggestion that AshBritt made the donation because of some connection to Darius Anderson, is unequivocally false,” he says.

Moskowitz also takes strong issue with Bennett’s characterization of the company as as “right-wing” firm, noting that, for example, AshBritt was a big contributor to Hillary Clinton and is a major donor to the Democratic Gubernatorial Association. Besides his job as AshBritt’s general counsel, Moskowitz is also a Democratic Assemblyman in the state of Florida.

Even as James Lee Witt has been extracted from any local AshBritt-Anderson intrigues, a preliminary review of local post-fire contracts that Santa Rosa, at the request of the Santa Rosa Fire Department, entered into an $89,000 contract with Witt O’Brien’s on June 19 for a professional services agreement “for the production of a city-wide after-action report.”

Correction and clarification: Superstorm Sandy was in late 2012, not in 2013, as an earlier version of this story reported. This story has also been updated and corrected to reflect the nature of Ashbritt’s interactions with Witt O’Brien’s following Superstorm Sandy, and includes additional comments from AshBritt General Counsel Jared Moskowitz that were not a part of the original story.

Accountable Parties

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Jerry Threet, director of the Independent Office of Law Enforcement Review and Outreach (IOLERO), has tendered his resignation. The IOLERO is the office created as a result of recommendations from the task force the Board of Supervisors empowered after the killing of 13-year-old Andy Lopez.

Last year, Sonoma County supervisors Shirlee Zane and David Rabbitt, both of whom have campaigns heavily financed by local law enforcement, expressed a desire to rethink IOLERO.

This year, citing a tight budget, Zane, who has said multiple times in the supervisor’s chambers that she swoons for uniforms, has again expressed a desire to reconsider the existence of the office. More privately, she has said that since the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Office has refused most of the recommendations from IOLERO and its citizen’s arm, the Community Advisory Council (CAC), IOLERO has proven ineffective. Instead of calling out the Sheriff’s Office for its refusal to work with the community, she has suggested the possibility of ending the effort for community input into law enforcement.

Zane and Rabbitt may suggest the “auditor” model used by Santa Rosa. When was the last time you heard from Santa Rosa’s auditor? Never? I will note that Santa Rosa Police Chief Hank Schreeder has been much more receptive to input than has former Sheriff Steve Freitas or the much-lauded Rob Giordano.

I have asked SCSO Sheriff-elect Mark Essick to speak out for the continuation of IOLERO and its CAC. He campaigned on his role as a member of the task force that recommended the creation of IOLERO. I have asked him to let the board of supervisors know that he wants the opportunity to work in good faith with the office he claims he wanted. Essick voted against the recommendation, but says he was acting as Sheriff Freitas’ paid representative on the task force and that this was not how he would have voted for himself. We hope to hear from him.

IOLERO was hampered by state laws which give law enforcement officers more secrecy on the job than anywhere else in the county. Reform efforts are underway in Sacramento to level the playing field. If some of this happens, it may become possible to have some real say in how community law enforcement operates.

Please let your supervisor know that you expect them to stand up for you. Let them know that you want IOLERO and its community arm to continue without their meddling.

Susan Lamont is a Sonoma County police-accountability activist.
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Letters to the Editor: September 19, 2018

Byrne at Stake

What is the point of this article (“One-Stop Shop,” Sept. 12)? Peter Bryne, are you suggesting that one of the most well-qualified homebuilders in Sonoma County, which has also established a successful local bank, should not contribute its expertise and experience to rebuilding our community? If the loan terms at Poppy Bank are inline with those offered at other banks, what is the beef? Kudos to Gallaher Homes and Poppy Bank for stepping up to help rebuild our community. Shame on Peter Byrne and the Bohemian for badmouthing their efforts and spreading conspiracy theories. Maybe you should interview some of the Coffey Park homeowners who are rebuilding with Gallaher Homes.

Via Bohemian.com

Feel the Byrne

Scathing, well-done article illuminating possible corruption between builders and banks. Where there is money to be made, business will bend rules to meet their purposes: more money. I’d like to hear from Gallaher Homes and Poppy Bank. How did the arrangement come to be? Where is the transparency? Where are other working agreements with other banks? Why is there only disclosure of the relationship at the time of escrow? And so many more questions. Kudos to Peter Byrne and the Bohemian for this clear piece of reporting.

Via Bohemian.com

Burning Issues

Millions of energetic and inspired people from all over the world have begun demonstrating and protesting for the end to global warming and the pollution of our planet. These are spontaneous and totally authentic protests by intelligent, well-informed and dedicated people, and represent the will of the whole human race to end the destruction of our beautiful planet from the reckless and irresponsible use of fossil fuels.

There can no longer be any excuse for those who continue to deny the reality of global warming and its causes. The increasing rise of the world’s temperatures, the frightening outbreaks of devastating wildfires all over the world and the increasing force and outbreaks of hurricanes all make it crystal clear that ending global warming is an absolute necessity for humanity to survive.

Although the world shouldn’t have waited this long to begin this fight for our continued existence, it is a pure joy to see the human race finally waking up and saying yes to life, yes to ourselves and yes to our beautiful home, this Earth!

Fairfax

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Exodus

This is a story about Dave. That’s not his real name, but his story is real enough for the many small-time cannabis growers in California feeling the shakeout wrought by legalization.

For years, Dave worked as an illicit cannabis grower. He grew pot at several Sonoma County outdoor locations. When I first met him, life seemed good. He provided a good living for his wife and kids. He had new cars and a growing collection of custom-shaped surfboards in his shed.

Then came legalization. He hired an attorney to help him comply with California’s new laws. He opened a new, above-board business. But he struggled.

Prices were falling and the cost of compliance was rising, and so was the competition. Dave tried one business plan after another, but the ground had shifted.

“Work here in the legal realm is not materializing in a way that I need it to, especially salary-wise,” he says. “I had one prospective job here, but nothing is really opening up for months because of the laws.”

Finally, Dave found a good job with a cannabis company. The only rub: it was across the country. Dave faced a difficult decision, but in the end he thought it was the best for his family, who stayed behind while he migrated east for work.

One might say, “A pot grower has to find a real job like the rest of us? Boo-hoo. Suck it up.”

But Dave’s story is not unique. The collective impact has the potential for great socio-economic disruption, given the size of Northern California’s cannabis industry and how many people depend on it, directly or indirectly. Last year in Sonoma County, there were an estimated 9,000 cannabis growers and another 12,000 in the industry at large. That number is surely smaller now, and so are the economic benefits those workers contribute to the local economy.

Formerly bustling Emerald Triangle towns like Laytonville in Mendocino County are beginning to resemble ghost towns, with shuttered businesses and empty storefronts.

In spite of their conditional support for legalization, many Northern California growers foresaw this economic disruption and pleaded with regulators to lower the costs of compliance and keep the heavyweight newcomers at bay. Because of the high costs, very few growers came out of the shadows to go legit. As predicted, Big Pot is only too happy to fill the void.

One encouraging development is the rise of cannabis cooperatives. Hezekiah Allen just announced his resignation as executive director of the California Growers Alliance trade group. He will now serve as chair of the Emerald Grown co-op, where he’ll focus on business development for small-scale Northern California growers like Dave fighting for their economic lives and the future of their cannabis-dependent communities.

Totally Possum

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Look closely at the grilled cheese sandwich served at Old Possum Brewing in Santa Rosa, and you’ll find something of a symbiotic relationship.

It isn’t the bread itself, although in keeping with the brewery’s mission to source ingredients for its compact menu of bar bites, the crispy, golden sourdough slices are baked just down the street at Red Bird Bakery. Grains of another sort—the “spent,” mainly malted and milled barley grains that are left over after the brewing process—find their way into the sandwich by way of the house-cured ham ($3) add-on, or the pulled pork sandwich ($13), or even in the bits of bacon in the house pub salad ($10).

Old Possum partners with a small hog-rearing operation in Windsor called Takenoko Farms. It’s a “food recovery farm,” run with the aim of purchasing no commercially processed feed for the pasture-raised animals; rather, edible byproducts are picked up from local dairies, wineries and breweries that would otherwise be a burden for those businesses to dispose of. The hogs are fed a mainly vegetarian diet, according to Old Possum kitchen manager and brewer Nico Silva.

Closing the loop, Old Possum periodically buys an animal after, having led a comparatively good, non-factory-farmed life up to then, its number is up. That’s when in-house butcher Christian Velasquez gets to work. Silva, who studied in the culinary and brewing programs at SRJC and is taking on more brewing duties from co-founder and restaurateur Sandro Tamburin, describes the ham as sweet and succulent, unlike any he’s eaten.

Tamburin and business partner Dan Shulte opened the taproom adjacent to their brewing business with a vision of something more than the now-traditional, once-new microbrewery “brewpub” concept: a brewery and eatery that’s geared toward sustainability, closing the loop as they brew, refresh and feed (and repeat).

Well, most of the time. Silva allows that it’s difficult to obtain and prepare a whole hog every time you need it. The pork rillette ($10), a pork paté with accompaniment, for example, is off the menu just now. But the intention is to get more on the menu. They are working on a local source for the beef in the Old Possum Philly cheesesteak sandwich ($13).

Beer drinkers on a vegetarian diet might find a hearty falafel sandwich on the slate, which is due to change to the new fall menu soon, according to Silva.

Despite its location on a dead-end street in the Standish Avenue light industrial district of south Santa Rosa—the kind of place that’s anything but high traffic outside of the work week—patrons are nearly elbow to elbow at the bar on a recent Saturday afternoon. And despite all of the above, the aspirational “we feed the animals, and they feed us” ethos, and what may sound like all the trappings of the latest foodie gastropub, it’s a regular beer bar at heart, as well, where college football is playing on two screens, and bacon jalapeño poppers are a big hit—house-made bacon jalapeño poppers, that is.

Old Possum Brewing Co., 357 Sutton Place, Santa Rosa. Open noon–10pm, Thursday–Sunday. 707.303.7177.

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