I firmly believe you can find weirdness anywhere. There’s no such thing as a boring day. If you haven’t seen or done something peculiar today, then it obviously happened while you weren’t paying attention. …
Many years ago I made a car trip across the country with a college classmate. Before the trip, I read a book of short stories by Flannery O’Connor. Not the wisest choice of reading material,…
The legendary mining town of Virginia City blossomed in 1857 with the discovery of the Comstock Lode, the vast vein of silver high in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Today it’s a tourist destination, and the…
Ugly, ugly office parks. Boring, soulless buildings ringed by parking lots ringed by immaculately-manicured lawns ringed by streets with names like “Trade Center Drive” and “Sun Center Drive.” Monday through Friday, these dreary boxes are…
The OZ cemetery team took a road trip to Mountain Cemetery in Sonoma recently. “Mountain” is the operative word here. We entered the cemetery through a side gate at the end of 2nd Street, where…
Drive on Highway 50 past the town of El Dorado Hills and you’re driving right over history. The town of Clarksville once stood here, only to be bulldozed and covered by El Dorado Hills’ subdivisions…
The phrase “relocation camp” brings to mind endless rows of dusty barracks in a stark desert landscape, Japanese-Americans sent far away against their will, and blatant racism perpetrated by the U.S. government. What, then, does…
The first official excursion of the Order of the Zombie was held on a beautiful April day. What better place to go on a lovely spring day than a cemetery – and an old, somewhat…