Rich Somerville, Editor of the Times Standard, died

I don’t quite know what to say about it right now. He’d done very well by the paper while he was with us. I’d almost met him on two occasions, but never had the pleasure.

His paper has the story.

Cause of death is unknown.

Reggae war over?

I look forward to eliminating the question mark. The rumors are confirmed. There is at least a tentative settlement. I have no details. I really don’t care about the details to tell you the truth. Maybe the long community nightmare is over.

Let’s await the details, get the inevitable whining out of the way, and then start the healing.

But maybe, just maybe, this will be the last “Reggae thread.”

Dove image comes from Photobucket.

Oysters

I and my family attended our first Oyster Festival today. It was crowded, but not oppressively so. Turns out my son loves oysters, though my daughter was underwhelmed. We tried about 7 or 8 different booths. The best I tried was Curley’s with the orange fennel sauce. Second for me was Folie Duce’s wasabi shooter – which came courtesy of Bob Doran’s generosity as he shared one of his.

Also really enjoyed Bless My Soul Cafe’s fried oysters with mango-habanero sauce.

My son wasn’t sure he’d like oysters. He liked them the last time he had them, but he was two then. I bought a plate of six of them from one of the vendors and handed the plate to my son. I met someone I recognized and became distracted with conversation. When I looked down my son had gobbled up five of them. By the time he was done today, he’d eaten between 15 and 20 of them, part of his sister’s falafel sandwich (there’s an Egyptian food booth making the rounds at local fairs, and they make a good sandwich), and some of my oyster chowder from Blue Lake Casino (the bread bowl left much to be desired, but the soup itself was very good – guess I’m spoiled by Boudin’s bread bowl of chowder in San Francisco). He ate a big dinner too. He gets lots of exercise, but I don’t know how he stays so skinny given how much he devours.

I’d intended to try the Bear River Casino’s, since they took first last year, but the line was always way too long. I did try Tomo’s, which were impressive.

We got to hear some of the kids’ oyster calling contest, but my daughter needed a nap. We left via the Farmer’s Market where we picked up some terrific large artichokes at 1.50 a piece.

Addendum: The photo comes from Bob Doran, who shares his oysters and his photos.

Your Dirt

The Real Dirt on SoHum!
~ A Presentation by the USDA ~

Tuesday, June 17, at Beginnings, 7 pm

Come and learn all about the dirt you live on!

The results of recent soil surveys and sampling will be discussed Tuesday, June 17, at Beginnings in Briceland, starting at 7 pm, when Natural Resources Conservation Service soil scientist Jennifer Berman tells us what she and others have learned about local soil composition and geology from a year-long survey of the Southern Humboldt area.

Soil is the foundation of Humboldt County’s natural wealth. Understanding the soil properties of your land helps you conduct activities like road building, home building, septic or graywater system placement, and food and fiber production, while preventing erosion, maintaining soil productivity, and fostering biodiversity.

Draft soil maps showing the distribution of various types will be available for inspection at the presentation. Soil types and mapping to be discussed will mainly cover Leggett Creek, Seely Creek, Miller Creek, Salmon Creek, Briceland and surrounding areas.

Come and get all the dirt!