tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33298622012-01-31T21:19:42.343-08:00Steve Gibbs's Different Drummer ColumnThese are a few of the weekly columns I write for the Benicia HeraldStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-69557240664331429512010-11-30T20:26:00.001-08:002010-11-30T20:26:30.579-08:00For Sunday, December 5, 2010 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 820 words
Tribute to my mother
I went home for the holidays. I flew back to rural Pennsylvania see my ailing mother, Boots. She got moved out of her beautiful Ridgway house and into the Elk Haven Rest Home. She is 84. Her heart is weak. Her blood pressure is low. She lies with her feet elevated. The doctor said she’s terminal. She may have Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-48120208954104997462009-02-11T09:45:00.000-08:002009-02-11T09:57:33.823-08:00For Sunday, October 19, 2008My wife had a birthday this yearOK. She did it. My wife turned 60 through no fault of her own. We did not throw a 60th birthday party for her. We threw a 59th Farewell Party for her two days before she turned into a pumpkin.It was a splendid party and about 35 people came. We lolled the day away under a warm Saturday sun in our backyard, lounging, chatting, resting. WeStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-57633605368433205682008-10-18T17:50:00.000-07:002008-10-18T17:51:54.493-07:00What is Web 2.0?Sunday, October 5, 2008 The Internet is changing. Well, it has changed, and it’s still changing. The global structure and view of the Internet is being transmogrified. The term used for this morph is Web 2.0, a phrase coined by Dell Doherty and Tim O’Rielly at a conference back in 2004. O’Rielly is a publisher of tech-centric books with quaint woodcarvings of animals on Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-21318184930986360322008-10-18T17:48:00.000-07:002008-10-18T17:50:01.118-07:00A house of cards on a hill of beansSunday, September 28, 2008 Deregulation. That’s it, to my thinking. That’s at the core of the problem with our flattened, crushed, stomped-out economy. Since Reaganomics, the push of business against government has been to deregulate. Government was made out as the bad guy, the uptight bully, strangling businesses with red tape and Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-39848789352241346492008-09-21T18:12:00.000-07:002008-09-21T18:21:53.867-07:00Happy birthday, AlvonFor Sunday, September 21, 2008A good friend, Alvon Johnson, turned 57 last week. That was cause for celebration. He’s also recently engaged to marry the lovely Karen, his long-time sweetheart. That furthered the cause, so we invited them to our house for a birthday party.Many readers should already know who I’m talking about. For a majority of music lovers and blues fans in Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-64960817918852028862008-09-21T18:11:00.001-07:002008-09-21T18:22:47.481-07:00I HarpFor Sunday, September 14, 2008 I can be a real pain in the arse at times. Yes, I am Mr. Nice Guy much of the time, Mr. Happy, Cha Cha Charlie, “Hey, how ya doin’?” but those who know me beyond casual acquaintance can loudly and convincingly attest that I can be a major botheration. Here’s a phrase I hear a lot. “Oh, God. There he goes.” Or “Oh, no, not this again.” I have faults. IStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-57718520674113660152008-09-21T18:09:00.000-07:002008-09-21T18:11:09.183-07:00Touro University has come to BeniciaFor Sunday, September 7, 2008 A real, positive opportunity has come to the Benicia Unified School District with the decision by Touro University to begin a Masters in Educational Technology Program held right on our campus, in our classrooms, with our teachers invited to enroll at an amazing 25-percent discount off the going price of a Master’s Degree. Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-45077072102486065182008-09-21T18:08:00.000-07:002008-09-21T18:09:38.083-07:00A wary, fairytale, of sortsFor Sunday, September 7, 2008 Bottleneck Bill. Bottleneck Bill. Let me tell you the story of Bottleneck Bill. Bottleneck Bill took a job one day at a fictional company far, far away. The company’s name was Widgets and Floss, and Bottleneck Bill was to be their boss. He was assigned to the department of Gadgets at Large, with the delegated authority to be in Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-46596202617948652772008-09-21T18:05:00.000-07:002008-09-21T18:08:46.709-07:00Impress at the EmpressFor Sunday, August 31, 2008 It felt good to be part of something big. I could have sat home, with the Mrs., comfortably on our couch, and watched on my big screen television Barack Obama accept the Democratic Party’s nomination to be their candidate for President of the United States. Instead, we accepted the invitation from the Empress Theatre in Vallejo to see it live Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-44919980474661717302008-09-21T18:04:00.002-07:002008-09-21T18:05:29.988-07:00Revolving doorsFor Sunday, August 24, 2008 The first week of school has come and gone. It wasn’t so bad. Funny how during the summer I can wake up at 5:30 a.m. and jump out of bed like a swarm of jiggled bees, rush down the stairs to perk my Peets and pull in the newspapers off the front porch, and while the Cuisinart is dripping my honey brew, I can be in the garage yanking on my work Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-79829426187374437062008-09-21T18:04:00.001-07:002008-09-21T18:04:41.688-07:00School starts tomorrow, ha, ha!For Sunday, August 17, 2008 Well, well, well, boys and girls. You went and did it, didn’t you? You went and used up the whole summer vacation. You couldn’t save just a little bit to use now. No. You had to burn right through it, every day. Now it’s payback time. You have to go back to school, back to the classrooms, back to the homework and the tests and quizzesStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-6437293038140167992008-09-21T17:59:00.000-07:002008-09-21T18:03:47.827-07:00Firm against the wind like grassGino is Back in TownFor Sunday, August 10, 2008 Guess who’s back in town? Guess whose relationship cracked like the Liberty Bell? Guess whose relationship crumbled like my mother’s Thanksgiving turkey? Guess whose relationship dried up like a top limb lime? Guess whose relationship fell apart like pressure-cooked pork? Guess whose relationship died like Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-40133110003121569332008-09-21T17:54:00.000-07:002008-09-21T17:59:22.854-07:00Can you keep a secret?For Sunday, August 3, 2008 My wife is turning 60 this October and I’m planning a big surprise party for her. Our children will lure her out of the house for the day, while I stay at home and welcome all the guests. We will all be hiding down in the garage, so we must make sure she doesn’t come in that way. The children will guide her up to the front door. Once she’s Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-38958603026140655452008-09-21T17:49:00.000-07:002008-09-21T17:54:11.524-07:00Fluff, the magic dragonFor Sunday, July 27, 2008 I’m sitting in a Doubletree Hotel room in Rohnert Park. As I look out the window, I see the greens of the golf course across the road. The setting sun is casting warm shadows of the hotel across the parking lot. As I look over my left shoulder, I see my lovely wife lounging on one of the queen beds. She is laughing, munching carrot sticks, Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-80180680819931228282008-09-21T17:44:00.000-07:002008-09-21T17:47:44.119-07:00Tunnel at the end of the lightSunday, July 20, 2008 You know what is hard? Making money with money. Cheese and rice on Friday, as my non-swearing grandmother used to say. Where and how can one plant a savings where it will grow? The stock market? Yikes! Real estate? Arrg. In the last eight years, both of those options took turns collapsing and siphoning off all the equity we poured into Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-71925465473959581552008-09-21T17:35:00.000-07:002008-09-21T17:44:12.596-07:00A foothill holidaySunday, July 13, 2008 Susan and I just returned from a five-day foothill vacation full of good times and great food. We drove to one of our most favorite destinations in California – Nevada City, the most exciting, vibrant, lively, well-organized little village in the Sierras. As usual we took a room at the expansive Northern Queen Inn. Downtown Nevada City is smallStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-64555302437502213072008-07-03T09:51:00.000-07:002008-07-03T09:58:57.031-07:00Know Winter SoldierFor Sunday, July 3, 2008I’m upset with myself and more upset with the national news machine that I have never heard of the Winter Soldier Investigation until about two weeks ago, though it took place in 1971. I like to consider myself astute, a worthy researcher, a concerned citizen, yet this one slipped by me like the contents of a closed truck on the highway.I was scouring Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-37172601473757400032008-06-26T17:57:00.001-07:002008-06-26T17:59:31.195-07:00Summer deck bluesFor Sunday, June 29, 2008I’m not supposed to be here right now. Something is wrong with this picture. You should be reading some generic, timeless backup article from my miscellaneous archives. I should be sitting under a tree somewhere in the smoke-free forest next to a tent, my wife, and a barbecue pit. I should be camping upwind of the fires. Instead I’m here at home. This wasStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-73993046728248023942008-06-20T10:45:00.000-07:002008-06-20T11:06:45.953-07:00Housekeeping in YosemiteSunday, June 22, 2008We just spent a week in Yosemite Valley. I don’t work for the place, but I have no hesitation in promoting it as the ideal family get-away.Six of us, wife, kids, grandkids, took up residence in the Housekeeping Units along the Merced River in the center of the valley. From our front yard around the fire pit, in our reclining chairs, we could see Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-56165449926407053492008-06-05T07:23:00.000-07:002008-06-05T07:29:49.754-07:00My mother and the Big Red MiracleSunday, June 15, 2008This story is about my mother, Beulah “Boots” Riley Cannon Gibbs Yale. She just turned 84 on May 30 this year. She’s had a rough life, not a lot of marital love or fortune in it. Yet, she has persevered.Through her good times and bad, one thing has plagued her for 20 – 30 years: she’s been sick. It was a free-floating nausea and stomach pain. Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-72020436542634148762008-06-05T07:22:00.000-07:002008-06-05T07:23:24.640-07:00Ode to Summer with decking Sunday, June 8, 2008 It’s here. Summer vacation. Started late Friday afternoon, the last day of school. A whole day of it has already come and gone. Oh, no. Panic. Ah, summer. I enjoy tidying up my classroom on the last day of school because it’s so easy. Everything goes in the trash. Every paper on my desk has expired. No more sorting for announcements of Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-15125233880693364882008-06-01T07:45:00.000-07:002008-06-01T07:47:09.234-07:00A stampede of needSunday, June 1, 2008The economy is tanking? Consumer spending is down? Tell that to the shoppers at the Vacaville outlet stores. Tell it to me, who just paid $311 for a pair of shoes.What I saw last Sunday, followed by what I did, still amazes me.I needed shoes. It’s a necessity item. Not a shopping spree. I wanted some run-abouts. My old pair is ripped, torn, scuffed, limp, Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-13735727123000359652008-05-23T16:17:00.000-07:002008-05-26T17:39:24.672-07:00Bay to Breakers, a California kaleidoscopeFor Sunday, May 25, 2008 Went to the San Francisco Bay to Breakers Race again this year. This is my sixth tour of duty. I’ve never run, except to get a photo of a costumed reveler before he or she disappeared. This year was a survivalist year. Our group has always numbered six to eight people. Schedule conflicts, age, exhaustion, and injuries Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-76959639501751702882008-05-23T16:13:00.000-07:002008-05-23T16:15:15.462-07:00Frenzy and friendsSunday, May 18, 2008 Frenzy. That describes this week. What frenzy there was to it. Lots of frenzy. Wait. How can such a beautiful, sunny week be labeled with such a word? Perhaps frenzy is not always a negative term. Hmm. Let me look it up. “Violent agitation of the mind. Madness and rage.” OK, not frenzy. Fine. But it felt like frenzy. Frenetic. Maybe that word worksStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-3128749315931222952008-05-09T07:10:00.001-07:002008-05-12T16:26:04.186-07:00For Sunday, May 11, 2008 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 826 wordsMi patio es su patio Our fourth annual Cinco de Mayo Mexican Luau Celebration began promptly at 2ish to 5ish Saturday, May 3, in my backyard. No disrespect meant with the multi-cultural addition of the Hawaiian themes to the revered Cinco de Mayo Holiday, a celebration of Hispanic and Latino heritage, not to be confused with Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-10050847265641644552008-05-01T22:18:00.000-07:002008-05-01T23:21:03.026-07:00For Sunday, May 4, 2008 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 821 words Just fishing Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day. Give a fisherman a fish and he’ll cut it up and make bait. Teach a man to fish, and he’ll eat for a lifetime. Starve a man and he’ll figure out how to fish on his own. These and other circular semantics were shared around the campfire along the East Carson River southStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-89452281380735925472008-04-24T23:22:00.000-07:002008-04-24T23:31:33.972-07:00For Sunday, April 27, 2008 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 837 words Betting on uncertaintyMy wife just took out a $100,000 life insurance policy on me. She did it against my better judgment. I don’t like insurance of any kind, though I’m insured to the eyeballs on property. I’m especially averse to life insurance because of the morbid nature of it. It’s a lose-lose proposition. If I outlive Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-70012733250787103432008-04-17T17:24:00.000-07:002008-04-17T17:31:09.907-07:00For Sunday, April 20, 2008 811 wordsNo rhyme or reasonThis has been a bad week for me, full of fumbles, failures, and phlegm. I don’t even know where to begin. I guess I’ll start with my brand new blown-up $400 Toro lawnmower. My wife and I drove to Sacramento to mow the lawn at our rental house. We need to hire a gardener now that I have installed a sprinkler system that makes the grass grow so Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-12121431666002415802008-04-10T16:58:00.000-07:002008-04-10T17:22:30.359-07:00For Sunday, April 13, 2008 774 wordsRun, fat boy, runWent to see my doctor today. Got scolded, soundly. I asked him to scold me. I need that. I explained that I am more motivated to be healthy when my doctor gives me orders.I had a sore throat. Thought it might be strep. I babysat my 3-year-old grandson, Jack, last Saturday, and we shared an orange juice. Got a call two days ago from his father, Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-57348826837576808722008-04-10T16:54:00.000-07:002008-04-10T16:58:18.632-07:00For Sunday, April 6, 2008 820 wordsThe story of GinoGino’s gone. He moved out. He’s my old college roommate who has been living with us since the start of 2005. Yippee for him.We’ve been friends since Penn State 1974. We parted ways at graduation. I moved to Modesto to live with my ex-girlfriend, Cheryl, and her new husband, Al. Gino moved back to Philadelphia with a Wildlife Technology degree Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-6227709249909657072008-04-01T21:26:00.000-07:002008-04-01T21:27:33.722-07:00For Sunday, March 30, 2008 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 808 words Into the Wild with accoutrements This summer has been dubbed Camping Summer by me just now. I haven’t been out in the woods in too long. As you know if you’ve been reading this column over the years, I used to be the backpacking club advisor at the high school. I spent every summer in theStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-70648062136588882842008-04-01T21:24:00.002-07:002008-04-01T21:25:43.410-07:00For Sunday, March 9, 2008 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 789 words If I were President of these United States If I were President of the United States of America, these would be the planks of my platform. Before I give them, be advised, I’m a liberal democrat when it comes to social policies, and a fiscal conservative when it comes to restrictingStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-33833826021944669742008-04-01T21:24:00.001-07:002008-04-01T21:47:20.194-07:00For Sunday, March 2, 2008 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 811 words Taking time to stop and smell the contractors “O.K. We’ll go, but we’re not buying anything. Agreed?” “Agreed.” “Nothing. Not one solitary thing.” “Right. Nothing. We’re just looking. Window shopping.” “Exactly. It’s going to cost five dollars to park. That’s our Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-12914175100143820472008-04-01T21:23:00.000-07:002008-04-01T21:24:01.791-07:00For Sunday, February 24, 2008 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 824 words Put technology into your education It’s that time of year again, parents and students. It’s time for high schoolers to choose their classes for next year. The forms are out, the course descriptions are published, the presentations are being made, kids are running around campus gathering Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-83561539368143829312008-04-01T21:20:00.000-07:002008-04-01T21:22:54.799-07:00For Sunday, February 17, 2008 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 800 words Reno Nein Won Won My wife took me to Reno for three days to celebrate my 54th birthday and nothing exceptional happened. You’re still going to hear about it because that’s what I’ve got. We had fun, but it was depressing, too. Reno, if you leave the Virginia Street Strip, is a ghost Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1141184338749717952006-02-28T19:38:00.000-08:002006-02-28T19:38:58.753-08:00For Thursday, March 2, 2006 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 786 wordsThe old and the rested I learned something about myself last weekend. I’m old. I hate to admit it, and relatively speaking at 52, I’m not that doggone old, but still, I’m old. We went to a blues concert last Friday, the legendary Buddy Guy at the Fillmore in San Francisco. Susan was there, Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1141184300080908262006-02-28T19:37:00.001-08:002006-02-28T19:38:20.083-08:00For Thursday, February 23, 2006 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 770 wordsAh, frigate Whew. I just finished booking a cruise to celebrate out 20th wedding anniversary. Last week I wrote of picking foiled cruises and earning bruises. I tried to reserve under the radar to surprise Susan, but broke down and told her before locking in the fees. Lucky I did. She didn’t like Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1141184264852740172006-02-28T19:37:00.000-08:002006-02-28T19:37:44.856-08:00For Thursday, February 16, 2006 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 780 wordsThe female mind I’ll never understand the female mind. I don’t even try. I just marvel at it and shake my head. Thank goodness something in this repetitive, mundane life of ours remains unpredictable. Out of a million possible examples, I’ll pick this one: Ten years ago I wanted to plan a Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1141184226873009532006-02-28T19:36:00.000-08:002006-02-28T19:37:06.876-08:00For Thursday, February 9, 2006 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 783 wordsOdds on odd I believe in good luck. It is possible to be in the right place at the right time. I never was optimistic enough to believe it could happen twice in two hours, but I am now. This is no earth-shaking story of me buying the winning numbers to the power-ball lottery and then finding Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1141184176718502202006-02-28T19:35:00.001-08:002006-02-28T19:36:16.720-08:00For Thursday, Feb 2, 2006 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 785 wordsBeauty and Beast 2 Last week I was explaining why I would never take my outspoken feminist girlfriend, Janet, back to visit the rural roots of my Pennsylvania home town. I drew that conclusion after observing her in a close encounter with a crazy man in Modesto who was way too similar to the Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1141184145292221692006-02-28T19:35:00.000-08:002006-02-28T19:35:45.296-08:00For Thursday, January 26, 2006 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 743 wordsBeauty and the Beast Let me tell you a story about my old girlfriend, Janet. I mentioned her briefly in a recent column, stating that I wouldn’t invite her to visit my Pennsylvania hometown because she was (is?) an outspoken feminist and I feared for her safety in my backwater hometown of Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1141184098694817792006-02-28T19:34:00.000-08:002006-02-28T19:34:58.696-08:00For Thursday, January 19, 2005 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 771 wordsWhat counts? The Supreme Court ruled 6-3 in support of Oregon’s assisted-suicide law. This means that Oregon doctors can continue to assist any terminally ill patients with less that six months to live end their suffering on their own terms. There are many sides to this controversy, just as Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1141184055359198282006-02-28T19:33:00.000-08:002006-02-28T19:34:15.363-08:00For Thursday, January 12, 2005 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 776 wordsKey out What makes one person succeed in life while another fails? I don’t know. What is the measure of success? I don’t know. What I mean to say is that I can’t speak for everyone. That would require research and clinical studies. I can, however, speak for myself. I survived a wild, wooly Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1141183944568487632006-02-28T19:28:00.000-08:002006-02-28T19:32:24.570-08:00For Thursday, Jan 5, 2005 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 778 wordsIn the dog house I bought a dog kennel. It’s out in the middle of the Nevada desert. I believe in the three cardinal rules of real estate – location, location, location. What better place to pen up dogs so they can’t run around than out in the middle of nowhere? My new business is a small Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1076999562295435032004-02-16T22:32:00.000-08:002008-04-01T21:49:58.231-07:00How much technology is available to you?
Melissa Leonard doesn't use all the question types. She has no multiple choice.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1071070044502263812003-12-10T07:27:00.000-08:002008-04-01T21:49:58.248-07:00Charles Darwin's Theory of Evolution
Darwin's Theory of Evolution - The Premise
Darwin's Theory of Evolution is the widely held notion that all life is related and has descended from a common ancestor: the birds and the bananas, the fishes and the flowers -- all related. Darwin's general theory presumes the development of life from non-life and stresses a purely naturalistic (undirected) "descentStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1064806425029036032003-09-28T20:33:00.000-07:002008-04-01T21:49:58.267-07:00Get to my Blog at http://gibb0.blogspot.com.
Enjoy.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1063080188044487142003-09-08T21:03:00.001-07:002008-04-01T21:49:58.293-07:00Beyond Woody (part 2 of 3)
To continue last week’s adventure, my old college buddy Gino was out to visit for three weeks this summer. He brought our mutual friend Woody with him, who stayed for a week and flew home. After we put Woody on the plane, Gino and I continued our California Madness Tour for another two weeks.
I’ve been to San Francisco a hundred times. Except for shopping, I Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1063080200851175212003-09-08T21:03:00.000-07:002008-04-01T21:49:58.305-07:00Arrivederci, Gino (part 3 of 3)
Before my Summer 2003 travelogue series comes to a close, allow me to share one last adventure. My friend Gino from Philadelphia was here for three weeks this summer. We toured the state catawampus. Then it ended. Here are the details of our last days together.
Gino spent half of his final week visiting his cousin Joe Capone in Sacramento. I gave them Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-1063080166432325722003-09-08T21:02:00.000-07:002008-04-01T21:49:58.316-07:00Gino comes on a California adventure (Part 1 of 3)
My old college buddy Gino from Philadelphia flew out to visit me and Susan for a few weeks. He just flew home. He has been coming to visit every couple of years since 1980. Recently, his visits have become more frequent. This is his third summer in a row.
He always claims he’s going to move here some day, but this time he sounded Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329862.post-96105212002-02-11T08:51:00.000-08:002008-04-01T21:49:58.333-07:00For Thursday, February 7, 2002 Drummer Column, Gibbs, 755 words
DVDs to the knees -- Joining NETFLIX (My first ever blog)
I recently joined Netflix and I’m gassed up. It is awesomely splendid and fine and I like it.
Netflix in an online DVD rental service with a simple business model: All the DVDs you want for $20 a month, three at a time, no late charges. As fast as you can Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06374545540148354275noreply@blogger.com0