One of my most consistent and vivid memories from childhood is sitting in the back seat of the car, headphones on, cassette or cd playing, staring out the window. I feel like I could imagine any road in the area, from...

When I was a boy, I’d walk along the northside of the bay in hopes of seeing a piece of pottery or arrowhead left by the original natives. They were right in my backyard. Many remain to this day. My childhood dog,...