Bravery House

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 Hwy 20 to Hwy 98, and instantly pull up a catalog of…

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, Rusty, walked alongside me and practically lived in the…