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One Blue Friend

By Pat Lynch One Blue friend says, “I live in a Red state. If I put out a sign it would be seen as…hostile.” She says her Red and even Purple neighbors would view the sign as brazen public criticism

Door-to-Door: Memories of the State Fair

By Pat Lynch When we were kids in East Sac we waited every year for the California State Fair. The fair brought amazements—beautiful show horses prancing with pure elegance and gigantic Clydesdales clopping along with hair on their hooves, pulling

Meet the Marmalades: East Sac and Land Park neighbors developed unique recipe for the California State Fair

By Pat Lynch   They don’t lounge at spas and plan leisurely retirement cruises. They are K. D. Proffit from Land Park and Barbara Ruona from East Sacramento, and they play for keeps. They created and developed a unique marmalade

Principal’s Personal Journey Sparks School Recovery

by Pat Lynch Before literature and history, there were stories, and in some cultures, even now, stories are the literature and history. Dr. Kal Phan, principal of Hiram Johnson High School, comes from such a culture and has his own

Door-to-Door: Keeping Our Dignity

By Pat Lynch What if our local politicians tweeted lurid accusations/insinuations about their opponent’s mates? What if we had debates where one candidate said another candidate had tiny hands? You know what that means. And then the tiny hands candidate

Angelique Ashby meets with East Sacramentans

By Pat Lynch City Councilmember Angelique Ashby studied a heat map. Red sections indicated high crime, and on this particular Natomas map, several giant 400 unit, low-rent apartment buildings glowed red. This is where the poor lived, and the poor

Trigger Warnings

By Pat Lynch A neighbor who has returned from a lengthy cruise asked, “What are trigger warnings?” I told him. By now you’ve likely heard of them and of course heard various outraged sorts denounce them and the younger generation

Door to Door: Brand You

By Pat Lynch Everybody knows that cattle are branded. Some cowboy presses a sizzling hot poker into the cow’s hide, singes it with a logo that marks it as the property of the ranch. This cannot be a good experience

Bad Irish Santa

“He has charm, that Dad of yours,” a nice, smiling old lady told me one day after Mass. We stood on the steps of Sacred Heart Church and my father, at six feet, four inches, towered above a group of

Door to Door

There’s a lot of talk locally about Airbnb (Air Bed and Breakfast), the website for renting temporary lodging. A friend got recently and weirdly involved in this. Joan’s a schoolteacher, divorced, the kids have fluttered from the nest, and she