Drama Detours

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‘The seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places.”

That, according to the opening lines of Alan Menken and Howard Ashman’s Little Shop of Horrors, is where certain stories often take place. Fittingly, two noteworthy plays are currently being staged in unlikely, out-of-the-way places.

Little Shop, presented by Narrow Way Stage Company (part of the Sonoma Theatre Alliance), unfolds at the Sonoma Community Center, not that out-of-the-way if you happen to live in Sonoma, but for those living in Petaluma or San Rafael, it can seem like a bit of a drive. First, it’s not that long of a drive; and second, in this case the drive is worth it.

Directed by Chris Ginesi, with musical direction by Justin Pyne, the deliriously macabre musical features catchy songs, a wacky Grand Guignol story line and an enormous talking plant that occasionally eats cast members.

Seymour Krelborn (an excellent Matlock Zumsteg) is a hapless flower-shop worker, helplessly in love with the sweet but depressed Audrey (Nora Summers, exuding an aura of crushed dreams). The shop’s owner, Mr. Mushnik (Harry Duke, hilarious) is about to shut the failing business for good when Seymour unveils a plant he’s named the Audrey II, a “strange and interesting” curiosity that soon proves to be a major draw to the store.

Only Seymour knows that the plant’s favorite food is human blood, and as it grows (and eventually starts talking, with voice by Butch Engle), the stage is set for a calamitous series of events, which prove to be as touching and heart-warming as they are horrific and hilarious.

Concurrently, Marin Onstage is presenting Eugene O’Neill’s Moon for the Misbegotten in another “innocent and unlikely” place: the cafeteria at St. Vincent’s School for Boys in San Rafael. Director Ron Nash has cleverly turned the space into an intimate black-box environment, perfect for O’Neill’s bittersweet love story.

Somewhat dated now, but still moving, the tale of ill-timed love on a desolate ranch absolutely soars on the brilliant performance of Caitlin Walraven as Josie. Secretly in love with the landlord (John Nahigian) of the farm she works on with her crusty father (Michael Walraven), Josie is a spectacular creation. In bringing her to life, Walraven delivers one of the most charming and heartbreaking performances of the year.

Rating for each (out of 5): ★★★½

Where is the Outrage?

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The trial of the misogynistic, egotistical trainwreck that is Supervisor Efren Carrillo has finally come to an unsatisfactory end. Surprisingly, the Press Democrat and fellow Supervisor Shirlee Zane have called for his resignation. One can only hope that more elected officials and community leaders will also step up to the plate in the coming days. But I won’t hold my breath.

Why? Because we live in a society where a man in power, even a man of color, can behave as grossly as Efren Carrillo has behaved and still be accepted and supported and not have to feel any real consequences. I am outraged and feel betrayed that a fellow woman has lived through a nightmare, yet her assailant’s reputation and livelihood have been more valued than her safety. Where are our priorities?

At one of the “Recall Carrillo” townhall meetings, I listened to a high school teacher wax eloquent about Carrillo, how inspiring he was to the teacher’s predominately Latino classes, what an “excellent role model” he was for them. A man arrested in his chonies and socks is a role model for our youth? What does that tell our young men (and women) about what is acceptable behavior? Somehow that does not disqualify him to serve as supervisor?

Carrillo has had his day in court. All these months later, and he has basically admitted all that the woman accused him of last July: half naked, he climbed a fence in search of sex with a neighbor he barely knew, stood outside her bedroom window, tore off part of the screen and inserted his hand through the blinds. This is not a man who should remain an elected official. This is not a man worthy of our respect.

Elected officials and community leaders: Let us know that you don’t condone this behavior. We need to hear your voices.

Laura Gonzalez teaches at Windsor Middle School and serves on the Santa Rosa School Board.

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Mildly Amazing

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 is a hard movie to unpack.

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) is the cowled hero of N.Y.C, but he lives humbly with his pesky aunt (Sally Field). He begins to learn that his parents were Silkwooded by the evil Osborn corporation; meanwhile he renews his friendship with the troubled young Osborn heir, Harry (Dane DeHaan, the film’s standout). Peter’s girlfriend, Gwen Stacy (Emma Stone), is getting fed up with Peter’s inability to show up on time. That’s when a monster made of electricity turns up to devastate the power grid.

But Jamie Foxx’s characterization of Max Dillon, who becomes the villain Electro, isn’t much; he stumbles into the movie like Richard Pryor stumbled into Superman III. Maybe it’s just hard to identify with the problem of getting dunked in a tank full of mutated electric eels on your birthday. Max is written as an underappreciated nerd, and Foxx hams it with thick specs and a pocket protector as overstuffed as this plot.

Peter Parker is an emotional wreck, an orphan thrice over, if you count Uncle Ben; when unmasked, he’s frequently in tears. For the love scenes, director Marc Webb was likely hoping for something as off-the-cuff as the banter between Tony and Pepper in the Iron Man films. It doesn’t work; when Peter isn’t blocked, he’s babbling.

Despite the addition of a Dr. Girlfriend (“Felicia” played by Felicity Jones) for Osborn, the film’s real slow-down for romance is played between Peter and Harry. They’re walking around a carousel, skipping stones by the waterside, and asking each other searching questions: “I try not to think about it.” “How’s that working out for you?”—all this before the ultimate reveal that they, alas, can never be friends.

The action sequences were thought out, anyway, expertly pre-vised and animated to turn Spider-Man every which way but inside-out. Show me a second where Spider-Man does the old Buster Keaton stunt of grabbing the end of a passing vehicle and flying away, and I’m happy.

‘The Amazing Spider-Man 2’ opens Friday, May 2, in wide release.

El Mescalero

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When America’s premium tequila boom hit in the late 1990s, Mexican distillers soon found themselves short of the spirit’s key ingredient: agave.

The spiny succulent takes six to 14 years to reach maturity, and demand outstripped supply. In their search for agave, distillers from Jalisco, Nayarit and other tequila-producing states looked to Oaxaca. But when production of agave in the northern states caught up, the distillers no longer needed Oaxacan agave, and the local market for it collapsed.

When Santa Rosa’s Efrain Nolasco learned of the plight of his countrymen, he decided to help. Nolasco had emigrated to the United States from San Juan del Rio, a tiny town southwest of Oaxaca City, and he knew how hard life had become. Nolasco also knew how to make mezcal, the class of agave spirits that includes tequila.

“I helped my dad make mezcal,” says Nolasco. “I know the step-by-step. So I decided to do something to help my people.”

Nolasco went into the mezcal business. But it was a long road. He works as a landscaper and didn’t know anything about the alcoholic beverage industries in Mexico and the United States.

“I had to start at the bottom,” he says.

It took him five years to bring his mezcal to market, but he did it. He even succeeded in getting his mezcal certified organic, the first to earn the designation. It’s available at Oliver’s, Pacific Market and Bottle Barn.

Mezcal production is much like wine. Different types of agave produce different qualities in mezcal. (Tequila is made with just one, blue agave). Soil, altitude and the skill of the maestro mescalero all factor into the final product.

Sadly, the best-known mezcal is Gusano Rojo, an industrial, worm-in-the-bottle abomination. But the real stuff is a thing of beauty. The spirits are typically made by hand in small villages. The hearts of the agave are roasted in stone-lined pits. The roasting gives mezcal its characteristic smokiness. Once roasted, the piñas are pressed on stone mills. Then the extract is fermented and distilled. Unlike many tequilas that age in oak barrels, the best mezcal I’ve tried doesn’t see any oak. It’s the spicy, smoky bite of the mezcal that comes through.

Mezcal production is smaller and more artisinal than large-scale tequila distilleries. As such, it’s lesser known and not as widely available. That’s what makes Nolasco’s Benesin and San Juan del Rio brand mezcals a local treasure.

At 92 proof, the Benesin brand has a slightly lower alcohol content. I sampled his standard Benesin and the Benesin mezcal de pechuga. Given the relatively high alcohol level, the mezcal is wonderfully smooth with smoky overtones and a pleasing, vegetal finish with hints of fennel. Skip the margarita. It shines by itself in a glass.

Of the two, I like the mezcal de pechuga best. It’s made with a family recipe that includes fruit, flowers and chicken breasts. Yes, chicken. (Pechuga means “chicken breast.”) Nolasco’s family makes it for Dia de los Muertos. It doesn’t taste like chicken, but has a long finish that’s aromatic and rich.

“It’s mystical,” he says. “We offer it to the gods, and we drink it with all our friends and family.”

In a tasting organized by the New York Times in 2010 Benesin emerged as the best value. It costs about $40. TheFiftyBest.com, a product review site, awarded Benesin a double gold medal last year. Take that, tequila.

For more info go to www.benesin.com.

A Booze Is Born

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While visiting friends in San Francisco, Amy and Fred Groth of Colorado were told they absolutely must see Sonoma County.

Good call; they loved it. “This place is just like Italy,” they exclaimed, recalling earlier travels. “Everyone’s making wine and cheese.” Typically, the next thing a couple might say to each other is, honey, what this place really needs is another winery. They did not. Instead they asked, “Where’s the limoncello?”

At the time, according to Fred Groth, nobody in the U.S. was producing an artisanal version of the popular Italian aperitif, so they packed up and moved to Sonoma. Batches are made by rounding up a party of volunteers to hand-peel 3,500 pounds of fresh lemons, then soaking the zest in high-proof California brandy. “It’s the Tom Sawyer thing,” says Groth. “Oh, let’s paint the fences, that’ll be fun!”

A sweet shot of lemon meringue pie in the nose, Limoncello di Sonoma ($25) was such a hit with cocktail makers that Sonoma’s Girl & the Fig restaurant asked if they would make a fig version. Brewed with herbs, FigCello di Sonoma ($25, $35) has shades of Jägermeister, but is something to savor in a signature “Fig Kiss.” They went on to add bourbon and rum to their lineup.

Thanks to the Taste California Act, Prohibition Spirits now offers tasting flights at their “distillery and indigenous spirits lab,” located in a workaday warehouse across from Sonoma Skypark. Quarter-ounce pours are strictly measured, and due to antiquated state laws still on the books, visitors can’t purchase any grain-based spirits. It makes no sense, but grain and molasses based-spirits cannot be sold on-site but fruit-based liquor can.

Groth says that they entered the red-hot whiskey market by chance, when a bourbon broker specializing in small lots stopped in with a tempting offer. The catch? It would still cost a good sum. Groth reached out to college buddies with whom he used to pitch in a few dollars to buy a handle of bourbon. They pitched in again; after a day on the phone, he’d raised $10,000.

Although Hooker’s House bourbon is sourced from an undisclosed Kentucky producer, and Sugar Daddy rum comes from Jamaica and Guyana, the Groths have localized their product by finishing the booze in Pinot Noir, Chardonnay and Zinfandel barrels. “We believe we’ve changed it to make it our own,” says Groth. They’ve also savvily referenced “Sugar Daddy” Adolph Spreckels and General Joseph Hooker, local historical personalities to whom somebody, at some point, also said, “You absolutely must got to Sonoma.”

Prohibition Spirits, 21877 Eighth St. E., Sonoma. By appointment only; $20. 707.721.6390.

The People’s Business

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Following their springtime Easter break, Sacramento lawmakers headed back to the capital city faced with an enormous number of bills to consider—around 1,900 at last count. The Bohemian thought it would be instructive to take a spin through the offerings now making their way through the legislative process, and highlight an A-to-Z sampling of what’s currently under consideration, with an emphasis on proposals of especial concern to the North Bay. Stay tuned to the Bohemian in coming weeks, as we’ll be following the progress of these bills, and any other that you’d like to contact us about.

Abalone and other shellfish harvesting is a key and beloved California industry, and Assembly Member Wesley Chesbro, D-Santa Rosa, has introduced a joint resolution that aims to enhance state efforts at building a commercial aquaculture infrastructure—even as the fate of our local Drakes Bay Oyster Company seems sealed. Chesbro offers support for a clean, healthy marine environment that protects shellfish beds and provides “access to additional acreage for shellfish farming and restoration.” It also pushes for greater cooperation among industry, environmental, and federal and state officials to develop a permitting process that’s “efficient and economical for both shellfish restoration and commercial farming.” The resolution won’t do much to help Drakes Bay stay in business, but it sets the stage for future growth in the industry. (AJR-43)

Bicycle taxes sound like yet another way for Big Government to squeeze pennies from people just trying to make the earth a greener space by pedaling to the corner deli instead of firing up the Escalade. But there’s a fine public-policy rationale behind Concord Democratic senator Mark DeSaulnier’s proposal, which would open the door to localities to slap a point of sale tax on adult bicycle sales and use the money to fund and maintain bike trails. (SB 1183)

Campaign finance reform is one of those pro-Democracy conceits that the U.S. Supreme Court has thrown under the bus, favoring a money-is-speech approach to financing elections that favors deep pockets over empty ones. Citizens United gave undue power to corporations’ ability to influence elections, and the recent McCutcheon ruling dispensed with limits on how much cash Daddy Warbucks or his underworld Corporate Campaign Cabal can throw at a candidate. Growing public outrage over these supremely undemocratic moves is reflected in Assembly Member Bob Wieckowski’s House Resolution 37, which puts fellow lawmakers on the spot by asking that they support his resolution, which proposes the notion that Democracy is by, for and of the People. Radical thought, that. (HR 37)

Dogs in outdoor restaurants, aka the “Fido Alfresco bill,” would undo a state ban on bringing your beast into any part of a restaurant, including the outdoor dining area. That seemed a little extreme, no? Well, it’s a health-code deal, and you know how those people are, always counting bugs and stuff in the kitchen. But dogs are wagging their tails over the bill, offered by Assembly Member Mariko Yamada, D-Davis, which leaves it to localities to make their own rules for pets in alfresco settings. Cats are livid at the slight, but fear not, felines, we’ve got the American Cat Liberties Union on line one. Ferrets, we’re not so sure about you guys. (AB 1965)

Electric cars are coming just as fast as you can say “Get a horse, eco-freako,” but there are a whole host of logistical issues dogging the industry’s ascent, not the least of which are Big Oil efforts to stymie electric wheels in the name of the Global Death March of Oligarchic Delights. But let’s say you have an electric car and are moving into a new apartment. Congrats. Your landlord, he’s a Tea Party lad who thinks it’s his patriotic duty to resist befouling the world with those horridly quiet little machines of green. He’s even got a militia, fresh from the Bundy ranch. Well, too bad. A proposed bill from Al Muratsuchi, D-Torrance, would require your landlord to work with you, the tenant, to establish an on-site charging station in the apartment complex. The catch is, tenants foot the bill. (AB 2565)

‘Fish” is one of those words you used to see on the restaurant menu, and you’d say, “I’ll have the fish.” What kind of fish? Didn’t matter, you were ordering the fish. Restaurants are a lot more specific these days, but Big Grocery has a bad habit of mislabeling the monkfish—or did. Public awareness of the rampant mislabeling of fish comes courtesy of a 2013 report by Oceana and led to a push by Sen. Alex Padilla, D-Pacoima, to mandate accurate labeling of the fish at your grocer’s. There are all sorts of fish out there, some tastier than others – and some more endangered or otherwise overfished than others.

GMO labeling isn’t just something that’s being promoted on your bottle of Dr. Bronner’s soap. California voters rejected a 2012 push, Proposition 37, to require the labeling of genetically modified O’s, thanks for that, Big Ag. Now Sen. Noreen Evans, D-Santa Rosa, has taken up the call with another proposed GMO-labeling law.
(SB 1381)

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Hound dogs aren’t just the subject of an Elvis Presley song; there’s a legal designation set up by state Fish and Wildlife people to differentiate between regular dogs and licensed hound dogs that are used to chase off bears or other beasts, especially when said beast wanders onto ranchland in search of a BLM employee or a quickie burger. Assemblyman Tim Donnelly, the Tea Party GOP candidate for governor, has offered a bill that repeals the state-mandated designation, so that any ol’ dog can go right ahead and chase a bear, so you can shoot it—in the name of sport. Sport-hunting bears and bobcats with hounds was banned in 2012. Just let it go, Tim. (AB 2205)

Immigration is this amazing thing that helped stand up the United States of America as it strode into “its century” (the 20th) and needed a whole bunch of new people to man the ramparts of industrial capitalism. These days, people come to this country because they think, wow, we have some pretty great stuff going on over here: Democracy, Philly cheesesteak sandwiches, Game of Thrones—what’s not to love? Then they get here, and Louie Gohmert wants to beat the crap out of them. Some do everything they can to assimilate, which includes paying taxes. A non-citizen can get a taxpayer ID number. But you can file your taxes like a good citizen-to-be and still find yourself on the receiving end of a deportation order. Seems a little unfair? Assembly Member Luis Alejo, D-Watsonville, has offered a bill that would ask the feds to lay off on deporting tax-paying immigrants, regardless of their status. Good luck with that. (AB 2014)

Juvenile justice is a big issue these days, as states grapple with progressive notions like “restorative justice” in an economic climate that often leaves young people of limited means with few options beyond Burger King or a life of crime. The “schools-to-prison pipeline” plagues lawmakers’ best efforts to undo or undermine that awful dynamic, and Assembly Member Nora Campos, D-San Jose, has offered an amendment to the state penal code that requires corrections officials, when seeking grant monies for job-training programs and the like, to include at-risk youth as a target population. (AB 1920)

Klansmen of the Ku Klux variety won’t like it much, but 2014 marks the 60th Anniversary of the landmark Brown v. Board of Education decision that set the stage for desegregation in schools and universities. A resolution introduced by Assembly Member Shirley Weber, D-San Diego, reads, in part, “The United States Supreme Court’s decision became the legal impetus to school desegregation throughout the U. S., and led to one of the most profound social movements in the history of the United States.” Tell it to the “New Jim Crow” segregationists who are trying to turn that clock back. (ACR 140)

Low-income people get thirsty, too. And yet they are often faced with immense water bills that they can’t pay, or can only do so after a visit to the local payday lender. Assembly Member Yamada has offered a bill that would set up a low-income water-rate-assistance program to provide subsidies and water bill discounts. (AB 1434)

Marijuana is very popular in California, sources say, but the state’s medical dispensary laws are a hodge-podge of bong-spillage messy whereby localities have created laws that don’t carry over into the next bud-unfriendly burg. So what’s good to go in Santa Rosa isn’t necessarily so in Santa Ana, almost 20 years after Proposition 215 was approved by California voters. Earlier this year, the conservative California League of Cities and the California Police Chiefs Association wisely dropped their longstanding opposition to a uniform set of dispensary laws throughout the state. Now Sen. Lou Correa, D-Anaheim, has introduced a bill offering a platform for statewide regulation. We have high hopes for its passage, which looks pretty good given the twin pillars of dope-hate have dropped their opposition. Heck, the police chiefs even helped write the bill. (SB 1262)

Naxolone: ever heard of it? There’s a reason why you haven’t—California pharmacies have been forbidden from dispensing the opioid-overdose medication to families of heroin addicts. While we appreciate that the preferred stupid-drug of choice in these parts is meth, heroin’s the sleeper in this unfortunate bid for bragging rights to which drug can ruin more lives. We’re all human, we’ve all read William S. Burroughs, and people still shoot their smack. When they do, it’s a problem. Naxolone is an effective way to save you from an overdose croak-out. Cut to the scene where John Travolta plunges a needle into Uma Thurman’s heart. The proposal by Assembly Member Richard Bloom, D-Santa Monica, is a far-less-draconian life-saving measure. (AB 1535)

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Oil and gas fracking is bad juju all around. Tap water that can turn into blue flame with a flick of a lighter? Are you fracking kidding? Anti-fracking forces are finding a home in Sacramento, where Holly Mitchell and Mark Leno, Democratic senators both, have offered a bill that would put a moratorium on the extraction practice, which, if you’ve been living under the Monterey Shale, uses vast amounts of fresh water on the way to marginally reducing the price of energy. Then there’s that whole bit where fracking has caused earthquakes in Oklahoma. Nothing to worry about here . . . pffft. (SB 1132)

‘Paid sick leave” sounds like a basic right that any worker should enjoy. Not so. Assembly Member Lorena Gonzalez, D-San Diego, has a bill that compels employers to offer at least three days of paid leave for workers. By way of pushing back on the job-killing howls of opposition coming from the likes of the California Chamber of Commerce, Gonzalez says on her website that “providing employees with paid sick leave could reduce healthcare costs by allowing workers and their family members time to visit a primary care physician to address an illness rather than rushing to an emergency room to seek care due to their fear of missing work.” (AB 1522)

Quick, what do you think is the most California-centric of all the “awareness weeks” on a vast roster that includes the Armenian Genocide and colorectal research? Oh, come now: it’s Compost Awareness Week, May 5–11!

Reverse mortgages can provide a chunk of cash to seniors, but the industry is growing faster than regulators can keep up, with vulture lenders circling in the post-subprime crash to push offers on seniors that sound great until you read fine print loaded with fees and other weird charges. The state is getting tough by putting in protections such as those offered in Riverside Democratic Assembly Member Jose Medina’s bill, which would “prohibit a lender from taking a reverse mortgage application or assessing any fees” until a week or more after a prospective reverse-mortgage applicant has come forward. It puts some much-needed brakes on a juggernaut that’s already seen more than a few buyer-beware stories. (AB 1700)

Sugary drinks are one of those “nanny state” issues that folks like Sarah Palin like to tout out when they need a whip-dog for their anti-government hysteria, itself grounded in a fantastical vision of apocalyptic Ayn Randian selfishness whereby “Don’t Tread on Me” extends to your right to a pair of wrecked kidneys. Former New York City mayor Michael Bloomberg piqued the pituitary gland of the Palin hordes when he banned the sale of massive vats of sugar-laden drinks, on the grounds that the medical costs associated with high-fructose fizzie bevs wind up at the doorstep of taxpayers. A bill offered by Sen. Bill Monning, D-Carmel, would slap a label on sugary drinks warning of obesity and a host of unpleasant diseases. Everything in moderation—with an emphasis on the moderation, a concept lost on nanny-state hysterics. (SB 100)

‘Trafficking in Humans” spans a range of human behaviors under the state penal code, some more odious than others. Among other new penalties related to child sex-trafficking, an amendment to the code stiffens penalties for solicitation of prostitution by tossing a would-be john in the county lockup for at least two days. The bill is sponsored by a trio of senators, Ted Lieu, Jerry Hill and Holly Mitchell, Democrats all. (SB 1388)

‘Unsafe handgun” is either an oxymoron or a redundancy, depending on your view of the Second Amendment. Assembly Member Roger Dickinson, D-Sacramento, tends toward the latter view—he added altered semiautomatic pistols and single-shot pistols to a state roster of “unsafe handguns” that can’t be transferred between non-familial parties. The gun lobby is naturally not happy about this. (AB 1964)

Viva la Hermana Estado! California and the Mexican state of Jalisco enjoy a sister-state relationship that’s been re-upped in a resolution offered by Sen. Ben Hueso, D-San Diego. Are you wondering how many Californians get deported from Jalisco each year? (SCR 82)

Winegrowers throughout California, rejoice! We’re at the end of the state-sanctioned “Down to Earth” wine-celebrating month of April, where efforts are afoot to highlight the $61.5 billion industry. Speaking of your liver, April is also Alcohol Awareness Month, thanks to a resolution by Assembly Member Joan Buchanan, D-Livermore.
(SCR 94, ACR 83)

X-rated filmmaking is a big industry in L.A., and, setting aside the feminist argument against porn, can we agree that it’s not going anywhere? As such, we’d like our porn to be disease-free, thanks, and we’d like for actors in the industry to have worker-safety protections. Porn actors in L.A. already have to slip a jimmy, and if you want to open a porn studio in Petaluma, a bill from Assembly Member Isadore Hall, D-Compton, would extend the protection statewide. It would also require regular testing for STDs. (AB 1576)

You really thought we’d get through this list without working in a mention of L.A. Clippers owner Donald Sterling? Well, check yourself before you wreck yourself. If you happen to see that dude skulking around at a game and feel compelled to give him a smack, Assembly Member Marc Levine, D-San Rafael, has offered a bill that fines violent fans up to $16,000. (AB 2457)

Zip lines and bars were singled out in a recent state auditor’s report, when it was revealed that over $600,000 had been spent at the Veterans Home of California in Yountville on such frivolities, when the state has thousands of homeless vets on its streets. Assembly Member Yamada has offered a bill that would ramp up accountability for expenditures needing approval from the California Department of Veterans Affairs, with an emphasis on the outside-contracting services that led to the Yountville controversy.
(AB 1580)

Taste of West County

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What if you got a cross-section of West County restaurants, purveyors and wineries together for an evening of outdoor dining in a postcard-perfect vineyard setting—what would that taste like? A lot like Taste of West County, a first-of-its-kind community event showcasing what makes western Sonoma County so delicious.

The food and wine on tap for the event reads like a who’s who of West County: Backyard, Boon, Corks, Forchetta/Bastoni, Fork Catering, French Garden, Patisserie Angelica, Peter Lowell’s, Redwood Hill Farm, Seaside Metal, Sub Zero Ice Cream, Village Bakery, Whole Foods, Burnside Road Vineyard, Claypool Cellars, Cobb Wines, Dutton Estate, Dutton-Goldfield, Hook & Ladder, Korbel, La Follette Wines, Miramar Estate, O’Connell Vineyards, Paul Mathew Vineyards, Red Car Winery, Russian River Vineyards and Sandole Wines. There will be raffle to win a wine cellar, and silent and live auctions with host Ziggy the Wine Gal.

“Lots of people have been exposed to the wines and food of Napa and Sonoma, but we have many great food and wine producers right here in our backyard,” says event organizer Kira Martin. “I wanted to bring these people forward while raising money for important programs for our kids at the same time.”

Taste of West County will be held at Sebastopol’s Vine Hill House May 18 from 2pm to 5pm. Tickets are $65 in advance and $75 at the door. Guests must be 21 and over. All proceeds will support arts and education programs at Sebastopol Charter School. (Disclosure: my kids go to the school). Sebastopol Charter School is a nonprofit public K–8 school that provides a Waldorf-inspired education. The event is open to the public. For more information and to purchase tickets, visit www.tasteofwestcounty.org.

No Peeking

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If Sonoma County Supervisor Efren Carrillo’s misdemeanor peeking case has taught the public anything, it’s that there’s nothing illegal about a man showing up uninvited at a female neighbor’s house at 3:30am in his underwear, hoping to have sex with her, ripping her bedroom window screen and sticking his hand inside, walking around her apartment to her back patio, returning to her front door 10 minutes later and announcing himself as a neighbor before leaving again and being apprehended by police who had been called by that same woman to look for a possible prowler—as long as he doesn’t look inside the house.

Shortly after a jury could not reach a verdict Monday afternoon on the misdemeanor charge of peeking Monday afternoon, Carrillo was found not guilty on the lesser charge of attempted peeking.

After a drawn-out and much publicized case with more twists than a Cirque du Soleil show, Carrillo told reporters outside the courtroom, “I would like to move on and put this behind me.”

He has good reason to want that, after taking the stand and describing himself as a “functioning alcoholic,” and admitting that he hoped to have sex with his neighbor at 3:30am, after his girlfriend had dropped him off from Space XXV, a downtown Santa Rosa nightclub, less than two hours prior. The fallout has already begun.

His fellow supervisors have condemned his actions, and supervisor Shirlee Zane has called for his resignation. “Any man who treats a woman like an object has completely and utterly disqualified himself from leadership,” she wrote on her Facebook page. “I have witnessed him do this stone sober, and confronted him. So let me be perfectly clear—resign, resign, resign, resign—and one more time for his victim: resign.”

The public, too, has showed its overwhelming outrage on social media, demonstrating with a “Efren Carrillo Has Got to Go” rally in Santa Rosa’s Courthouse Square scheduled for April 30. His political future, once on the fast track to higher office, is likely stunted. Despite all of this, Carrillo says he will not resign.

THE ‘WHAT IF’ GAME

But if Carrillo were to resign, who would take his place? It would be someone appointed by Gov. Jerry Brown, and if that happened before July, the position would then become open on the November ballot. Santa Rosa attorney and former U.S. Congressman Doug Bosco, a close friend of both Brown and Carrillo, and a principal owner of the Press Democrat, might have the governor’s ear on this matter.

“It seems to be that if Bosco were going to make a recommendation to Jerry Brown, Lisa Carreño would be a possibility,” says Alice Chan, a West County political activist who was a driving force behind the initial push for a recall against Carrillo. Carreño, a Santa Rosa attorney, is also on the Press Democrat‘s editorial board. Former supervisor Eric Koenigshofer has also been mentioned as a possibility, though progressives in the fifth district have said that he would not be their ideal replacement.

Chan says she is still in contact with the people working on a recall effort, but says, “I’d be very surprised if there were a recall now,” citing the election year and funding issues. “I would be really, really surprised if he resigned,” she adds, citing the two years left in his term. “I doubt very much that he’d ever be reelected.”

Rosanne Darling, a former prosecutor who was representing the victim in the case, says her client was “disappointed” with the jury’s decision. “She was up against not just the justice system, but the political machine of Sonoma County,” she says. The victim, who was kept anonymous in this case, “has more than a host of civil options,” which have a two-year statute of limitations.

“A ‘not guilty’ verdict does not mean innocent,” says Darling.

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THE INCIDENT

The facts of this case do not paint a pretty portrait of the supervisor. In the early morning hours of July 13, Carrillo showed up at his female neighbor’s house, to her surprise, in his now-infamous boxer-brief-and-crew-sock ensemble. He admitted on the witness stand to tearing the screen of her bedroom window, which was open with the blinds closed, and putting his hand inside. Carrillo testified that he was “trying to get her attention.”

Jane Doe testified she was wakened by a “tearing, ripping sound” at her bedroom window. “I heard someone trying to break in through my window,” she said. She “saw a man standing with his hands on his hips and his shirt off,” whom she described as “very scary, large and muscular,” and called 911 at 3:40am. She says she told the dispatch operator “there was a man outside my door trying to break into my house.” She called again at 3:50am. The 911 call recordings were not played in court and have not been released, despite multiple requests from multiple media outlets, including the Bohemian.

After calling 911, Doe hid in the kitchen, and she and two girlfriends, traveling nurses who were staying the night, armed themselves. “We all had butcher knives,” said Doe. When they heard a knock at the door a few minutes later, she asked who was there, to which Carrillo replied, “It’s your neighbor,” before asking if she wanted to have a drink with him. He says he identified himself by name, but she didn’t mention that in court. She says she only learned the man’s identify when police detained Carrillo on the street outside her apartment. When she saw Carrillo in his underwear detained by police, she told the court, “My heart sank into my stomach, and I felt sick.”

HE SAID, SHE SAID

Carrillo took the stand Thursday afternoon, saying he has a bigger problem with alcohol than he let on to officers. He said that he told officers he had “two beers and a couple of really strong mixed drinks,” but said he had actually had much more than that. He says he was trying to hide it and was in denial. “At the time, I was accustomed to downplaying and minimalizing the struggle.” He checked himself into a rehab facility for a month after the incident.

He told his defense attorney Chris Andrian there were two reasons why he went over to Jane Doe’s apartment at 3:30 that morning: “The fact that I was drinking” was one, and “I was hoping to rekindle some kind of relationship” was the other. He later admitted, under cross-examination, that there really was no relationship to begin with, and he was basing his perception on two brief interactions.

The first was a chance meeting at Space XXV the evening after briefly meeting her while she moved into her new apartment. That interaction was between a few seconds and couple of minutes long, depending on which story is believed. The second meeting was when Carrillo entered Jane Doe’s backyard through her open garage, knocking on the partially open sliding glass door to offer her a bottle of Chardonnay as a welcome gift. He leaned in for a hug and air kiss, and Doe leaned away from the greeting, saying she was “taken aback” and “shocked” by his presence at her rear door. “I did that because I felt [like it said] ‘You’re not welcome.'”

“My sense of ego,” “my sense of entitlement,” and “my sense of arrogance made me think it was a good idea to go over to Jane Doe’s house,” Carrillo told the defense. “It was selfish,” he said. “It had nothing to do with Jane Doe, only with me.”

He added, “There is no excuse.”

Carrillo admitted during his testimony that he had damaged the screen on Jane Doe’s bedroom window. He says he didn’t tell officers at first, because he was “unwilling to admit I had done anything wrong.”

Cody Hunt, a prosecutor with the Napa district attorney’s office assigned to the case by the state attorney general, cross-examined Carrillo with some theatrics, including knocking on a wooden banister in the courtroom when asking Carrillo about his own knocking on Jane Doe’s door, and raising and lowering his voice in attempts to get Carrillo to admit to looking into her window.

Carrillo looked uncomfortable, emotional and shaken at times. Hunt asked which hand he had broken the screen with and put it inside her bedroom, because he had two beers in one hand and his cell phone in the other. It had been established previously in the trial that his boxer briefs did not have pockets, and Hunt surmised that he must have put his hand holding the cell phone inside her window. He then intimated that Carrillo took pictures inside the woman’s bedroom. Hunt informed Carrillo during his cross-examination that he had a copy of everything on his cell phone, to which Carrillo replied he knew. Nothing from the phone was entered into evidence.

The supervisor admitted that he has a problem with alcohol and ego, but those aren’t illegal. He did admit walking around to her back patio through the gate because he thought he saw a light on coming out of the sliding glass door in the back, but maintained that he did not have a recollection of whether or not he looked into the apartment, and at one point explicitly said he did not look into the apartment.

He also admitted that he hoped to spark a sexual relationship with the woman, whom he called “very attractive,” even after being dropped off by his girlfriend from a nightclub about an hour and a half prior. When asked by Hunt, Carrillo stated that the same woman who dropped him off that night is still his girlfriend today, though she was not in court at the time of his testimony.

The defense did not redirect the cross examination and the jury went to deliberation after closing arguments.

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OFFICERS’ TESTIMONY

Santa Rosa police officer Timothy Doherty testified that the night of the incident he never suspected drugs being involved, though, considering the situation—a county supervisor caught in his underwear before dawn with only a cell phone and two beers in his hands—he “thought there might be a mental illness.”

Carrillo was carrying only his Samsung cell phone, and had put two Pliny the Elders from Russian River Brewing Company down on the grass before approaching officers. “I didn’t want you guys thinking I was carrying anything,” he told officers. Doherty followed Carrillo to his apartment to allow the supervisor to put some clothes on. He testified the apartment was “in shambles. It was a mess.”

Santa Rosa police officer Chris Diaz was the first to make contact with Carrillo that morning, at 3:49am. He testified that the underwear-clad Carrillo approached him and said, “I think you might be looking for me.” When he identified himself, Diaz began recording his interview with Carrillo. That recording was played in court.

“When I heard a man’s voice, I thought she was by herself. I left when I heard that,” Carrillo said on tape. He also said, “If I offended her or did anything wrong, I’m happy to go over there and apologize.” He cited his two previous interactions with Jane Doe and then conceded that, for this particular encounter, “I probably should have been wearing pants.”

Diaz said that while Carrillo smelled slightly of alcohol and his eyes were glassy, in his opinion Carrillo “wasn’t even close” to what he would consider “drunk in public.” When asked why he did not perform a field sobriety test, Diaz said, “At that moment, I was investigating a possible prowler, not a DUI.”

Sgt. David Boettger, a detective in the Santa Rosa Police Department’s domestic violence and sexual assault unit, testified that he interviewed Carrillo later that morning at the police station. In that taped interview, Carrillo said, “I feel really bad that I scared her” and “At no point was there any malice.”

He also admitted that he did not know Doe’s name at the time, and did not have her phone number. When asked who dropped him off that night, he said “A friend,” then, after a pause, clarified, “My girlfriend.”

PRESS INTERFERENCE

Members of the jury were contacted twice this week by a member of the press, Judge Gary Medvigy said Friday. The jurors each said the contact did not impact their deliberations, and Medvigy allowed the trial to proceed after an hour of individual juror interviews. The highly unusual incident did, however, prompt outrage from defense attorney Chris Andrian.

“I think it’s more than contempt of court; I think it may be a felony,” he told the judge. “It makes this whole thing sound like a circus more than a courtroom.”

Two jurors reported being approached by a man whom they later understood to be a reporter. One woman, who said she was wearing her juror badge at the time, was asked by a man on the first day of trial her occupation and if she worked full-time.

Another woman was asked on the jury’s lunch recess, “Is there a verdict in the Carrillo case?” She responded that she was not allowed to talk about the case. “Based solely on appearance, he was a member of the press,” she told the judge.

The jury reportedly had reached a verdict just before the noon recess, but Judge Medvigy elected to wait until court resumed at 1:30 to hear it. One juror changed his or her mind just before court resumed, Medvigy said.

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

After reviewing the case, a few questions remain. Why wasn’t Carrillo’s cell phone data entered as evidence? Why didn’t the two women staying at Jane Doe’s house that night take the stand as witnesses? Perhaps a civil trial, which could be forthcoming, will reveal more details.

“[Carrillo] was looking at a misdemeanor with a maximum of six months in jail,” says Darling, the victim’s attorney. “Was that ever going to make what he did right? Guilty or not guilty,” she adds, “what he admitted more than corroborated what Jane Doe said.”

Carrillo was arrested in 2012 after an altercation after a Too $hort concert outside a San Diego nightclub in which a man was knocked unconscious. Carrillo spent 10 hours in jail; all charges were later dropped.

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“Blessed Are the Trip Takers” is the message printed on the bottom inner sleeve of Phosphorescent Harvest, the new album due April 29 from vintage-rock collective the Chris Robinson Brotherhood.

It’s a fitting statement, given that the group is foremost a free-flowing exploration of psychedelia and soul infused with philosophical tidings. Named after and fronted by the former Black Crowes sibling, the Brotherhood return with their third release since forming in 2011.

Phosphorescent Harvest furthers the group’s focus on experimentation over confining pop standards, and again proves that Robinson and company are not out to shape their music for anyone but themselves. The new album is a kaleidoscopic take on roots music, with guitarist Neal Casal, keyboardist Adam MacDougall, drummer George Sluppick and bassist Mark Dutton joining Robinson in writing and performing. Together they create a cohesive blend of spacey freak folk, ambitious Americana and classic stomping California rock.

The Chris Robinson Brotherhood kick off their U.S. tour in support of Phosphorescent Harvest with three nights, continuing through May 1, at Terrapin Crossroads,
100 Yacht Club Drive, San Rafael. 8pm. $35.

Letters to the Editor: April 30, 2014

In a Pickle

I had never before written a letter to the editor, but as my last letter expressed (“Mr. Pickle vs. Hitler,” April 23), the group protesting President Obama outside the Montgomery Village post office simply enraged me.

While I continue to feel sick to my stomach at the tasteless and ignorant comparison of President Obama to Hitler, I feel that my anger was misdirected at Montgomery Village.

As I reached out to the staff at the Bohemian, I also reached out to Montgomery Village. They quickly responded, and very much feel as if their hands are tied. The Montgomery Village representative whom I communicated with also found the Obama-Hitler comparison extremely offensive and was sincerely apologetic that the families in our neighborhood had to see it. Because the group sets up in front of a government office, Montgomery Village can do nothing about it.

Though Montgomery Village can’t make the change I want to see, I am still hopeful that as a community we can make this group realize that the sign is taking it too far.

To everyone who has taken the time to read this: I hope that if you pass this group, you will take the time to stop, talk to them and let them know that our children should not have to be subjected to such ignorance. Be kind to them but speak up!

To Montgomery Village: Invite the pickle back to dance already. We miss him and we need a lighter vibe in Montgomery Village these days.

Santa Rosa

Killer Niacin

Both the headline and the text of Nicolas Grizzle’s article (“Killer Corn,” April 16) are quite sensational and misleading. Grizzle states: “In the mid-19th century, it was confirmed that corn was the cause of pellagra . . .” As he does go on to explain, it is the lack of niacin in a corn-based diet that causes the pellagra. Corn, eaten as part of a balanced, vitamin-rich diet, does not cause any diseases, and is not a “killer.”

San Anselmo

Welfare Cowboys

It’s perversely ironic for rancher Cliven Bundy to excoriate poor people for collecting government subsidies while ripping off the federal government for a million dollars in grazing fees. But even if he were to pay up, Bundy and his fellow ranchers would still be living on government welfare.

Livestock grazing is subsidized by federal agencies on 270 million acres of public land in 11 western states to the tune of nearly $300 million annually. Monthly grazing fees per cow and calf on private rangeland average $11.90, but corresponding fees on federal lands are set at a paltry $1.35.

Even so, grazing subsidies are dwarfed by other government subsidies and the medical, environmental and other external costs imposed on society by animal agriculture. These extra costs have been estimated at $414 billion annually, or $3,600 per household.

Each of us can make our $3,600
annual contribution to the common good by replacing animal products in our diet with a rich variety of grain, nut, and soy-based meat and dairy alternatives.

Santa Rosa

Of Players and Pliny

I could not help but notice that while Efren Carrillo was on the stand he emphasized his proclivities toward the Pliny the Elder brew by the lofted Russian River Brewery. Hmmm, was he looking for juror favor perhaps by the mere mention of this magical golden liquid? Or perhaps there is an ingredient within that holds magical powers over this E.C. the Younger.

No matter what the outcome here, this will be a win-win for Sir Christopher Adrian and E.C. the Younger. Why? Because the delays in trial proceedings have allowed Efren Carrillo to attain full vesting for pension or retirement from the county of Sonoma. Yes, the world is but a stage, and we have all been played by these two. The wheels of justice turn for those privileged few. The costs associated with this rogue politician will go on indefinitely.

Santa Rosa

Beef with Oysters

I don’t eat much beef or many oysters, but [Cliven Bundy], the rangeland squatter on Nevada federal land, and the oyster squatter in Point Reyes (“Shuck Stops Here,” April 23) are just about identical to me. Both want to use federal land, even though they are not keeping the terms of their contracts. It’s like a Putin-style land-grab. And water-grab, too. Get rid of the bums.

Fairfax

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