— Erik Bogel, The Greenfields of France
In northern CA, amid the mountains, the redwoods, the beer, bait & Bigfoot
LOST COAST BAR & CAFE, Eureka, CA — It's cold, rainy, and the good ol' boys are lining the bar. We are not in Santa Monica anymore.
I doubt it. I seriously doubt it.
"When we came upon the creature it was standing still by the creek. It immediately turned and walked away."
I passed through Willow Creek today while coming through the northern California mountains on my way from Chico to Eureka.
Yesterday I spoke at Chico State University, then stayed the night up on the mountain with Marylyn Felion in her cabin. Marylyn is an old friend from the 1980s when we were both in Omaha working on various peace and justice projects.
One of the things we did was go to Offutt Air Force Base and "cross the line," which is trespassing, in order to speak out against America's military machine, in hopes of stopping the United States from destroying the world and also in hope that the money might rather be spent on the poor of north Omaha.
On one occasion Marylyn was due to go to federal court along with another friend to face trespassing charges at Offutt.
Rather than show up in court they decided to take sanctuary in the Cathedral of the Omaha Catholic Church, and make it very public, in order to try to get the Omaha Catholic Church and Archbishop Daniel Sheehan to speak out against the targeting of nuclear weapons taking place at Offutt.
They raided Marylyn's home at five in the morning and also the home of the other defendant, Kevin McGuire.
Kevin and his family were not home. They lived with Ruth and I and Sam at Greenfields, a resistance community in north Omaha, named after the Irish anti-war song, The Greenfields of France. Kevin and Laura were out at the lake. Ruth and Sam and I were in Norfolk visiting my mother.