Water Wanderer

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Mike Gibbons is a Bay Area–based singer-songwriter and visual artist who is drawn to adventure and shares it with audiences through music, short films and photography. Largely inspired by the ocean, Gibbons unveils his new full-length album, Swells and Storms, at a concert and photography exhibit at Sweetwater Music Hall in Mill Valley on Aug. 30.

Performing a blend of folk and Americana, Gibbons creates soundscapes that reflect his love for the sea and surf. The songs on Swells and Storms transport listeners to sandy shores on meditative and melodic sonic waves.

On the photography side, Gibbons’ work displays dramatic, colorful coastal and natural scenes taken from his travels in Cuba, Peru and other locales. His photography has recently garnered as much praise as his short films, which he produces in collaboration with Waterlust, a film collective of adventure documentarians. Gibbons’ surf films screen at festivals around the Bay Area and beyond.

Gibbons storms the stage Sunday,
Aug. 30, at Sweetwater Music Hall, 19 Corte Madera Ave., Mill Valley. Powerhouse performer Heather Combs opens the show. 8pm. $14–$15. 415.388.1100.

Behind the Bars

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There’s a Steve Martin gag from the 1970s where the comedian comes up with fake book titles like How to Make Money off the Mentally Ill.

The joke now finds an unfunny home in the private-equity group H.I.G. Capital, which has a reported 80 percent ownership share in the California Forensic Medical Group (CFMG), the dominant provider of for-profit medical and mental-health care for prisoners in the state.

Monterey-based CFMG has contracts in 27 counties, including one in progressive Sonoma County. The Monterey Herald reported last year that the company’s annual revenues are likely in the $50 million–$100 million range. (As a private company, CFMG’s financials are not public record.)

The company’s profits in turn feed an investor-led private-equity fund whose political activities are dominated by contributions to decidedly non-progressive Republican candidates. More on that in a minute.

CFMG has been under intense scrutiny for its medical and mental-health services. Close to home, three people died late last year at the main Sonoma County lockup over the course of three weeks. The deaths occurred against a backdrop of grand jury and media investigations from around the state that laid bare CFMG’s checkered record—and a woefully understaffed county jail. A January article in the Sacramento Bee found that “[i]n a 10-year period ending in May 2014, 92 people died of suicide or a drug overdose while in the custody of a jail served by CFMG.” The figure was “about 50 percent higher than in other county jails.”

One person in the Sonoma County jail died while he was in a so-called mental-health module. Another died in a cell while she was withdrawing from drugs. The county said at the time that the deaths were unrelated, and that CFMG was on the scene and in a position to assess or treat the inmates, according to an emailed response to a set of questions sent to Sonoma County Sheriff’s Office spokeswoman Cecile Focha. Now the county wants to build a new jail for inmates in mental crisis, and is drawing a clear line between medical and mental-health staff.

Because of ongoing fallout from “realignment”—where the state basically depopulated its prisons on the backs of county lockups—the county is now applying for a $40 million state grant to build a new mental-health jail connected to the main facility. Realignment has flooded county jails with low-level offenders, many of them poor and sick.

The Bohemian wrote about the jail deaths back in November. The Sheriff’s Office told us then that county and CFMG health workers work closely together to ensure inmate safety.

Back then, Focha described the dynamic between county and CFMG employees when dealing with inmates in mental stress: “No person is placed in a safety cell before a mental-health evaluation, only after. During placement, there is licensed medical [staff] present, as well as mental-health professionals.”

The state has made available funds to upgrade county lockups since 2007, totaling about
$2.2 billion. Brandon Martin, a research associate at the Public Policy Institute of California, believes this will be the last money the counties will get from the state for prison expansion; he expects to see 35 to 40 counties competing for a share of the $500 million.

Sonoma County is not guaranteed any of the funds (and needs to come up with another
$8 million to build the jail extension). But even if the county builds the new jail for the mentally ill, “over the lifetime of the jail, there’s nothing to say how you can use the space down the road,” says Martin.

Martin also says the jail addition might mean a new contract for CFMG. Its current contract paid out $6.5 million in fiscal year 2014–15; it could pay out as much as $32 million over the course of the contract.

“If Sonoma [County] wins and builds a facility for just medical and mental health, you might see an upgrade in their contract,” he says.

Don’t count on it, says Sonoma County administrative analyst Mary Booher. “Staff does not anticipate any changes to the contract with CFMG if we are awarded funding to construct this facility,” she says in an email.

She explains that “CFMG is responsible for the provision of health services, while behavioral health services for our inmates are provided by county behavioral health staff. The proposal approved by the supervisors is based on behavioral health providing the services to the population in the new facility.”

Booher says a new jail would increase the overall county bed count by eight. A unit in the North County Detention Facility would be closed.

“So there will be no increase in contract costs for the CFMG contract for medical health services,” Booher says, adding, “CFMG does not provide any mental-health services, nor is that planned in the future, in the existing or any possible future facilities.”

“They will, however, continue to be the medical-health provider for all inmates in our adult detention system, which will include the new facility, if funded, at least for the term of their existing contract . . . CFMG may be providing services to these inmates in either the new facility or the existing facility, depending on the needs of the patient.”

While CFMG doesn’t supply mental-health staff, Focha told the Bohemian last year that “there is close communication about an individual’s medical and mental health to insure he/she is provided quality, appropriate resources and continuity of care.”

Fair enough, but let’s consider the activities of CFMG’s investor owners alongside CFMG’s documented failures to provide adequate care. You’d be forced to ask: Why is Sonoma County still doing business with CFMG at all?

In 2012, the year before its investment in CFMG, H.I.G. Capital created its Community Intervention Services subsidiary to “acquire, develop and operate a national network of specialized mental-health and substance-abuse facilities and community-based programs.” The subsidiary immediately purchased a Boston network of mental-health-service providers called South Bay. That move mirrored to an extent what private corrections corporations such as the San Francisco–based GEO Group have done, says Martin, as he describes a “proliferation of companies trying to cover all areas of the criminal justice system.”

Also in 2012, according to data on OpenSecrets.org, H.I.G. directed $382,000 to GOP presidential candidate Mitt Romney. While CFMG was coming under fire for the quality of its care, H.I.G. was kicking $1.1 million in the direction of privatization-mad Republican candidates (out of a total of about $1.4 million they spent in that year’s election season). These guys like to cover their bets, so President Obama received a token $13,000.

Then, in 2014, H.I.G. donated $2,000 each to Tom Cotton and Joni Ernst in their successful Senate runs. Let’s raise some eyebrows together here: Cotton’s the guy who wrote the mullahs in Iran to scare them off the Obama nuclear deal; Ernst is the Iowan who bragged of lopping off hog testicles while demanding that Obama be impeached, Social Security be privatized and people with guns shoot the government if they don’t like it.

Kinda crazy.

Letters to the Editor: August 26, 2015

Humane Interests

People who kill animals for sport (“Open Season,” Aug. 5) are fond of trotting out the fact that they pay taxes and fees for the right to follow this barbaric practice, and ask, “Where would the animal populations be without our contributions?” Wildlife is not managed for the benefit of wildlife, but for the benefit of hunters, who make up less than 10 percent of the population. Animal behaviorists and scientists know that animal populations control themselves naturally by a self-limiting, cyclical process. Wildlife by law belongs to the people of California, but the Fish and Game Commission doesn’t represent humane interests. The extent of animal suffering involved, when killing quotas are set, is never measured.

Occidental

Word to the Water Wise

Thank you for raising awareness about the winery situation in the county (“Peak Wine,” July 29). I think, with the drought, it’s very important for people to realize that wine and hard cider are luxuries, not necessities. We need pure water for drinking and more water for growing our food, not pouring even more of our precious water supply into producing alcohol. For comparison, New Zealand has less than 500 wineries, and we already have over 400 in this county alone. How about growing more table grapes instead of more wine varietals? I hope that reason prevails over ambition. California is turning into a desert. Let’s save water for real needs.

Sonoma

My Karma Cup

When you’re at a red light, and you need to turn left,

and there’s a person on the median, who ain’t at their best,

and they’re asking for a handout or a spare bit of change,

With a sign saying “God bless you! Have a nice day” in exchange

How do you respond? Do you silently pray

that they’ll leave you alone, and just go away,

And say to yourself, “They should get a job or a life,

and stop bothering me with their worries and strife.

I work hard for my money, I’ve earned every cent.

I’ve got bills to pay, a mortgage or rent”?

Do you breathe a bit easier when the light turns to green

so you can move on, without appearing stingy or mean,

And swallow your shame as it wells up inside

for all you’ve been blessed with and cherish with pride?

There was a time when I’d pull up with dread,

The justifications swirling around in my head:

They make lots of money, I don’t have any small bills,

to placate my guilt, and ease some of their ills.

It was easier, I found, to set the money aside,

so now a couple of bucks in my visor reside.

A karma cup fund to help me, and them.

To open my heart, and let abundance flow in.

Santa Rosa

Write to us at le*****@******an.com.

Capped

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Three years ago, Kenwood’s Sugarloaf Ridge State Park nearly closed. But in the wake of massive budget cuts, California State Parks officials contracted with a group of local nonprofits, collectively called Team Sugarloaf, to operate and maintain the park.

Since then, Team Sugarloaf has taken steps to increase revenue through nontraditional methods, which include the popular Funky Fridays concert series run by volunteer organizers Bill Myers and Linda Pavlak. The concerts have been held in the park’s amphitheater for the past three summers.

This summer, Funky Fridays started drawing as many as 500 people. But last month, the state stepped in and put a cap on attendance, permitting only 125 people to attend. For Myers, it was a shocking setback.

At the heart of the dispute is an unfiled “project evaluation form” that calls for extensive reviews of the event’s environmental impact. Team Sugarloaf finally filed that form in July, though there’s little chance of the state lifting the cap by the end of the summer, says Myers.

“The state is pointing to the fact that the amphitheater is designed, their words, ‘for 125 people,'” says Myers. “What they really should be saying is that there is bench seating for 125 people, but indeed most people prefer to bring their own chairs and blankets and sit on the lawn.”

In an email, State Parks Sonoma Sector superintendent Vincent Anibale says the agency isn’t trying to shut down Funky Fridays.

“However, we are in the process of making sure all aspects are in compliance with the California Environmental Quality Act to ensure concerts . . . can be held at the site without violating current state and county laws.”

Myers claims that there have been no negative impacts on the park. He says the parking is adequate for up to 500 people, and the already established walk paths and amphitheater space mean there’s no trampling of natural habitat. And the Funky Fridays concerts have been a boon for the park, raising $30,000 last year. Myers estimates well over $20,000 of potential revenue was lost this summer due to the attendance cap. He says 125 attendees is too few to raise meaningful funds.

“We would make such a pittance after expenses,” he says. “It would not be worth the effort.”

Still, Team Sugarloaf is hopeful it can work something out with the state this off-season. For now, guests are encouraged to buy tickets in advance for what may be the last Funky Friday shows.

Funky Fridays conclude this summer with the Jami Jamison Band, on
Aug. 28, and A Case of the Willys, on Sept. 4, at Sugarloaf Ridge State Park, 2605 Adobe Canyon Road, Kenwood. 6:30pm. $10. Funkyfridays.info.

Musky Business

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In Italy’s Piedmont region,
Moscato d’Asti is a refreshing, lightly effervescent and lightly sweet wine of some quality. In Alsace, France, Muscat Blanc is an aromatic and often dry wine. In California, Muscat was a marginal varietal until it got caught up in the gears of the hip hop-product endorsement machine.

Statewide, plantings of Muscat Blanc and Muscat of Alexandria quadrupled in 2010, then doubled again. Lately, however, Moscato’s tea leaves—heavily scented—have been mixed; new plantings dropped like a bomb in 2014. Has the Moscato boom gone bust?

Guess that a North Coast wine like Kokomo’s 2014 Dry Creek Valley Timber Crest Vineyard Muscat Blanc ($22) is one of the more nuanced domestic versions of this exotically scented grape, and you guess right. Characteristic foxy grape aroma meets bergamot, with a dried lemon-peel twist, canary melon and grassy acidity. It could almost be a particularly musqué Sauvignon Blanc.

Notes of angel’s trumpet flowers herald the Jacuzzi 2013 Alexander Valley Moscato ($20), which has a palate equally perfumed. I like the dried orange spice, too, but the acidity struggles to offset the sugar, at 18.6 grams per liter. And that’s nothing compared to the remainder of this lineup.

The SIP 2014 California Moscato ($11.99) shows a fruit-salad aroma of melon mixed with red fruits. Then it’s like drinking the syrup from a can of peaches. The Terra d’Oro 2014 California Moscato ($16) almost had me at the aroma: earthy and floral, like standing beside a waterfall in the Sonoma County Fair’s Hall of Flowers. Then the syrup attacks. Ditto, Menage a Trois 2013 California Moscato ($12). Sutter Home (which has been making Moscato for decades) puts a flavor profile graphic on the back label of its NV Moscato ($6); at 80 grams per liter, this one goes all the way to sweet. All the party without the party, Fre Alcohol-Removed Moscato ($6) refreshes like a Moscato-scented air freshener.

Yes, there’s a very bubbly version: Sutter Home’s Bubbly Pink Moscato ($12), like drinking pink cotton candy, for better or worse. But the amazing Duck Commander 2013 Miss Priss Pink Moscato ($10) is the prize pony of this stable. Also made by Trinchero Family Estates, this was released to coincide with a season premiere of Duck Dynasty (which, as far as I can tell, is an avant-garde beard-growing competition). Labeled with a pink, duck-camo motif, this is surely one for the collectors.

Finally, Sutter Home’s Red Moscato ($6), with a dash of Merlot, adds much-needed tannic grip to the Kool-Aid Hawaiian Punch palate. I could drink this on the porch on a hot day. Over ice.

Debriefer: August 26, 2015

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PITCH OUT

When the Sonoma Stompers’ Sean Conroy pitched a 7–0 shutout against the Vallejo Admirals in June he made history, and it wasn’t necessarily for his stellar performance on the mound: Conroy is the first openly gay, actively playing professional baseball player.

Last week, the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in Cooperstown, N.Y., announced that it would acquire Conroy’s jersey, his hat, a baseball, rainbow-colored arm warmers and socks, and the signed team roster from the June 25 Pride Night game.

“When I found out I was going to be in the Hall of Fame, it was definitely unexpected,” Conroy says. “I feel honored that they recognized the whole team, and the way in which they supported me and each other that night.”

Conroy is a native of Clifton Park, N.Y., and a graduate of Rensselear Polytechnic Institute, where he broke school records for his pitching excellence. In 33 starts at RPI, he went 21–7 with an earned run average of 2.07.

At the June 25 game, Stompers players wore the rainbow-colored socks and arm warmers to show support for Conroy. At the end of the game, his teammates ran out to home plate and hugged him. Fans of all ages flooded the field, asking for autographs.

The Hall of Fame’s announcement comes just as the Milwaukee Brewer’s first baseman David Denson came out as the first openly gay Major League Baseball player.

In the late 1970s, legendary L.A. Dodgers player Glenn Burke came out privately to his teammates and staff. In the 1980s, Burke came out publicly after retiring from the pros.

Gay baseball fans are elated, including Ken Rogers, a fan who attended the Stompers Pride Night game. “Baseball has always been a great game, but never complete for me,” says Rogers. He says he never saw gay players on the field until Conroy.

“It feels like the game finally loves me back.”—Sarah Stierch

UP IN SMOKE

A recent report in Marijuana Business Daily noted that the massive wildfires in Lake County and elsewhere in the state could conspire to raise the price of medical cannabis for consumers. The online news site talked to a purchasing manager at the Harborside Health Center in Oakland, who confirmed that raging wildfires had destroyed much of the crop Harborside utilized from a grow site in Clear Lake.

But fear not, medical-cannabis users: fire-driven price spikes for medical cannabis are not an issue at the Sonoma Patient Group.

Sonoma Patient Group president John Sugg says prices are holding steady. “I really don’t think we’re going to see a tremendous impact here,” says Sugg, speaking from SPG’s Cleveland Avenue dispensary in Santa Rosa. “We’re pretty small. It depends on where you are, I suppose.” He adds that given Santa Rosa’s semi-rural location, much of the dispensary’s product is grown locally indoors or in small outdoor gardens.

Who is feeling the burn? Nevada and other states that rely on a steady supply of illicit California cannabis. “Probably the biggest effect will be on the big people who had big grows that burned down what they were going to sell to other states,” says Sugg. “The reason that it goes out of state is because they get more money for it.”

For cannabis dispensaries, he says, a pound of marijuana has had a steady wholesale price of $2,000–$3,000. “The dispensaries have been doing it for a long time, and the price is pretty constant,” he says.—Tom Gogola

Screwball Nouveau

More haywire than fashionably brittle, Noah Baumbach’s Mistress America is built on a Berlin Stories/Breakfast at Tiffany’s model. It’s told in the second person: a poem to a breathlessly blithe young lady, Brooke (Baumbach’s co-writer and live-in Greta Gerwig).

Brooke survives with little visible means of support other than the help of off-screen boyfriend Stavros. She’s idolized by the young woman who will become her sister by marriage, a budding, alternately too shrewd and too sentimental college student named Tracy (Lola Kirke).

Out of options one weekend, Tracy scrolls through the names on the cracked screen of her cell phone and decides to introduce herself to her new stepsister. Brooke lives in Times Square, she says—Hell’s Kitchen is more like it. Baumbach tries to set up a visual explosion of bright lights after the wet autumn leaves and mean, droning classrooms of the film’s beginning.

The women have cross-purpose conversations. One dialogue starts out being about a dead mother and ends up being about frozen yogurt. Brooke talks so fast that she has conversations with herself. This can be funny, as when she defines the word “autodidact” as “that word I self-taught myself.”

On the advice of a psychic, Brooke leads an expedition to the mansion-land of Greenwich, Conn., to visit her wealthy former boyfriend (played with it’s-great-to-be-the-king brio by Michael Chernus) and find financing for her new project.

The settings and screwballism of the second half give you more air and space and less monotonous focus on Gerwig. But Mistress America doesn’t mesh. It’s as if Baumbach is trying to bind two disparate eras of his life: squidlike climbing writer on the way up, and sedate, whale-like indie-movie success.

‘Mistress America’ opens Aug. 28 at Summerfield Cinemas,
551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.522.0719.

Point Reyes Rave

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Cowgirl Creamery doesn’t really need an introduction. The Petaluma-based company already has solid representation in San Francisco’s Ferry Building Market, and West Marin weekend getaways are unimaginable without a stop at the Point Reyes Station shop and creamery.

Since this past June and lasting through Nov. 7, cheese lovers can spend more than a few minutes at the busy Marin County location, thanks to a Saturday breakfast menu, scheduled to coincide with the Point Reyes Station weekend farmers market. And what do you know, cheese is the central breakfast ingredient.

On a typical cloudy Point Reyes Station morning, this felt like an exciting addition to the creamery’s Cantina, which now opens an hour earlier on Saturday, at 9am. It’s a hit. On my visit, the kitchen was already running out of items an hour into the service.

The menu is short and sweet—or, rather, short and savory. All items are made with excellent cheese, much of it made in-house. Skipping the heavier eggs and grits and the yogurt with granola, we started with a cold snack, smoked salmon bites with fromage blanc ($7.95). The two “bites” turned out to be crispy, buttery toast points, covered with small mountains of tangy, creamy cheese and topped with bits of cured salmon. If the Ikea salmon bagel underwent a Northern California upgrade, this would be it. It’s a classic, elegant morning treat.

We also managed to order the very last baked egg sandwich
with sautéed mushrooms, Gruyère and herbs ($7.25), another upscale take on a well-known combo.
The Gruyère is smoky and nuanced, and the mushrooms and thyme flattered its deep flavor.

The best of the lot was a sleeper item, humbly hiding under a golden crust of melted cheese. The menu read “Cheese Toasties”: open-faced grilled cheese with Cabot cheddar, caramelized onions and maple mustard ($7.95). One bite and we were hopelessly hooked. The rich onion and sharp cheddar are a perfect match, and the spicy mustard gave the whole thing an unexpected, exotic twist. Utterly delicious, and thanks to its reasonable size, no food coma followed.

The delicate, lavender crème fraîche scone ($3.95) was packed to go and eaten later with great pleasure on the road. Unlike other scones I’ve had, this one didn’t crumble and had a soft, cookie-like texture. It wasn’t too sweet either. I can imagine pairing it with Brie or blue cheese.

In the midst of all this cheesy joy, only one thing was missing: plates. The breakfast items were packed in recyclable to-go cartons, and though we ate on the patio, a slightly less picnic-like setting would be nice.

The Cowgirl folks are certainly used to hordes of people buying their goods to nibble on later, but the breakfast is well worth lingering over.

Cowgirl Creamery 80 Fourth St.,
Point Reyes Station. 415.663.9335.

Notes on that Napa Trainwreck: Not a Laughing Matter

According to Census Bureau information posted on Wikipedia, Napa County’s African American population is .4 percent of the total population of about 125,000. By my math, that means about 600 black people live in the entirety of this most hoity of toity counties.

True to the demographic it chugs through on its tours, it appears that the Napa Valley Wine Train has an issue with sensitivity around cultures that aren’t white, well-off and self-entitled to silence, or at least hushed and delicate voices, while drinking wine on a tony tourist train.

You’ve heard the story by now: Ten African-American women, and one white woman, were summarily booted off the privately owned and operated Napa Valley Wine Train over the weekend. Their crime was laughing while black: Laughing too loudly, as it were, for the sensitive earlobes of certain passengers of a Chardonnay-hued variety. 

The group, members of a book club out of Antioch, were warned and they were warned again. The women said they turned down the volume, but it wasn’t enough, so: Three strikes, you’re out. Where have we heard that one before? 

Here’s a fact I could not help but notice as this story jumped the local for an express track to certain media ignominy on a national scale: The Napa Valley Wine Train is made up of old Pullman cars. The cars are classic and well-appointed, but as the Pullman State Historical Site website explains, Pullman railroad cars are inextricably linked to the racial history of this country.

The Plessy v. Ferguson Supreme Court case of 1896 “involved a man traveling in a Pullman car,” the site notes. It sure did. Plessy v. Ferguson was the case that endorsed and legitimized a racist “separate but equal” doctrine that gave rise to murderously unequal Jim Crow policies that would follow for decades.

Those same policies are now, not incidentally, being given a new lease on life with the advent of anti-gay Jim Crowish laws written by an intolerant Republican rump that’s already had it with the Voting Rights Act and other efforts to un-separate equality from historical racism. There’s a nasty ol’ “new Jim Crow” out there for blacks, too, and even a book of the same title that was very well-received.

Some have asked, “Why does everything have to be about race? Can’t people get thrown off a train because they deserved to get thrown off a train?”

Sure. But a little context, please: We live in a country that’s spent the last six-plus years over-tolerating right-wing weenies who believe that the Public Accommodations Act of 1964 should be outright repealed. In this fevered imagining of a purportedly “race neutral” America, black people might not even be able to get on the train in the first place. Let alone get thrown off of it. So there’s that. 

And what’s the justification for such backwards-ass agitation in the service of legalized segregation? The country elected a half-black president, of course! Or was he half-white? Whatever, we’re all equal now, so shut up about race!

These are bitter times for anxious crackers who seek legitimizing purchase in a country they’ve lost to the forces of tolerance, empathy, justice, and a few other good things, some of which you can smoke or marry. So, let’s take it out on some rowdy black women on a tourist train! Next stop: Clutch that Confederate Flag and beat up some Mexicans because Donald Trump says that’s how you make America great again. Whoo-hoo!

This stuff is happening all over. A lady at a nice Chicago beach recently dropped some rough and unforgiving language on a black woman whose kids had accidentally splashed her with water and did not express sufficient contrition. A police officer recently grope-arrested a teenaged black girl in a bikini for the crime of showing up in a white neighborhood for a pool party. It goes on and on. 

And here we are in sunny Napa County, white and well-heeled and perhaps the nearest thing to a “red” California county this side of Orange. But if you come to Napa, don’t laugh too loud while being black, or you may be harassed and humiliated by security officers deployed to root out undesirables, like so many neo-Pinkertons. You’ll be escorted through numerous Pullman cars of mostly white people on your way out the caboose, at which point you’ll be greeted by an actual police officer, who may or may not arrest you, but who will almost certainly be white. 

Why is everything about race, you people ask? Because the Napa Valley Wine Tour has done an abysmal job of contextualizing this episode in any way other than one that would have you thinking, “Geez, there’s quite possibly some damn racism going on here.”

Take this: A company employee who was on the train posted on the wine car’s Facebook page after the incident in an attempt to turn the tables on the women. That person blamed them for escalating the situation, alleged they had been “verbal and physical towards other guests and staff” and said they had no choice but to throw them off the train.

It was a woeful gambit, dankly reminiscent of the posturing over the death of Sandra Bland in Texas last month: They escalated the situation! All bets are off!

Wrong. The women denied any of that happened, and the post was soon determined to be one of those things called a “lie.” It was deleted, but not before one of the book-club ladies took a screenshot.  

The Napa Valley Wine Car is now in a state of media free-fall, derailed by its over-reactions and unable to come up with a justifiable reason to boot the women beyond, “They were laughing too loud.”  So it is no surprise that this afternoon the apologies reached all the way to the corporate media ninnies at CNN. After first saying they’d apologize to the women even though they’d done nothing wrong, the Napa Valley Wine Train today told CNN, “We were 100 percent wrong.” That’s about right.  

Wake Up with Bucc Nyfe

photo by Neil Pinkerton
photo by Neil Pinkerton

I just couldn’t get going this morning. Between the cloudy skies and my comfy bed it took all my might to move. So, before I even ground up the coffee, I put on Bucc Nyfe.
The Santa Rosa punk rock trio gets my blood pumping and head rocking with their high energy rock and roll. Tight beats and heavy distortion shake the sleep from my eyes, while the emotionally-driven lyrics and nostalgic themes take me back to the days before I needed coffee to get going in the morning.
If you’re still sleepy, hit the track below and thank me later.

Tonight, Bucc Nyfe headlines an electrified show at 775 After Dark in Sebastopol with the help of rockers Bang! Bang! and Bumblin’ Bones. 7pm. $4.

Water Wanderer

Mike Gibbons is a Bay Area–based singer-songwriter and visual artist who is drawn to adventure and shares it with audiences through music, short films and photography. Largely inspired by the ocean, Gibbons unveils his new full-length album, Swells and Storms, at a concert and photography exhibit at Sweetwater Music Hall in Mill Valley on Aug. 30. Performing a blend of...

Behind the Bars

There's a Steve Martin gag from the 1970s where the comedian comes up with fake book titles like How to Make Money off the Mentally Ill. The joke now finds an unfunny home in the private-equity group H.I.G. Capital, which has a reported 80 percent ownership share in the California Forensic Medical Group (CFMG), the dominant provider of for-profit medical...

Letters to the Editor: August 26, 2015

Humane Interests People who kill animals for sport ("Open Season," Aug. 5) are fond of trotting out the fact that they pay taxes and fees for the right to follow this barbaric practice, and ask, "Where would the animal populations be without our contributions?" Wildlife is not managed for the benefit of wildlife, but for the benefit of hunters, who...

Capped

Three years ago, Kenwood's Sugarloaf Ridge State Park nearly closed. But in the wake of massive budget cuts, California State Parks officials contracted with a group of local nonprofits, collectively called Team Sugarloaf, to operate and maintain the park. Since then, Team Sugarloaf has taken steps to increase revenue through nontraditional methods, which include the popular Funky Fridays concert series...

Musky Business

In Italy's Piedmont region, Moscato d'Asti is a refreshing, lightly effervescent and lightly sweet wine of some quality. In Alsace, France, Muscat Blanc is an aromatic and often dry wine. In California, Muscat was a marginal varietal until it got caught up in the gears of the hip hop-product endorsement machine. Statewide, plantings of Muscat Blanc and Muscat of Alexandria...

Debriefer: August 26, 2015

PITCH OUT When the Sonoma Stompers' Sean Conroy pitched a 7–0 shutout against the Vallejo Admirals in June he made history, and it wasn't necessarily for his stellar performance on the mound: Conroy is the first openly gay, actively playing professional baseball player. Last week, the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in Cooperstown, N.Y., announced that it would acquire Conroy's...

Screwball Nouveau

More haywire than fashionably brittle, Noah Baumbach's Mistress America is built on a Berlin Stories/Breakfast at Tiffany's model. It's told in the second person: a poem to a breathlessly blithe young lady, Brooke (Baumbach's co-writer and live-in Greta Gerwig). Brooke survives with little visible means of support other than the help of off-screen boyfriend Stavros. She's idolized by the young...

Point Reyes Rave

Cowgirl Creamery doesn't really need an introduction. The Petaluma-based company already has solid representation in San Francisco's Ferry Building Market, and West Marin weekend getaways are unimaginable without a stop at the Point Reyes Station shop and creamery. Since this past June and lasting through Nov. 7, cheese lovers can spend more than a few minutes at the busy Marin...

Notes on that Napa Trainwreck: Not a Laughing Matter

According to Census Bureau information posted on Wikipedia, Napa County’s African American population is .4 percent of the total population of about 125,000. By my math, that means about 600 black people live in the entirety of this most hoity of toity counties. True to the demographic it chugs through on its...

Wake Up with Bucc Nyfe

I just couldn't get going this morning. Between the cloudy skies and my comfy bed it took all my might to move. So, before I even ground up the coffee, I put on Bucc Nyfe. The Santa Rosa punk rock trio gets my blood pumping and head rocking with their high energy rock and roll. Tight beats and heavy distortion...
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