John Hanes – June 12th, 2009

GEDC0083I met with John at The Boonville Lodge Bar & Grill and we decided that a little lunch and ice water, no beer, would probably be best for our ensuing chat…
John was born in San Francisco in 1936 but his family history goes way back to the days of the Revolutionary War. The Hanes family was loyal to the British and fled to Canada at the end of the hostilities where they settled in Ontario. Several generations later, John’s Grandfather, who was a preacher in the Salvation Army, arrived in Northern California in the 1890’s where he spread the ‘good word’ to various communities in his position as a lieutenant in the Outriders. John’s Grandmother was a Captain in the ‘Army’ and when they got married the authorities were upset and made it known that this was unacceptable. As a result they both quit…
In 1903 the family moved further south to Mendocino and began to homestead on Mountain View Road where John’s father, Ward was born. In those days there were no easements or right-of-ways issued – it was all done by gentleman’s agreement. As a result those settlers further back in the woods, away from the roads, had to ask permission to cross other’s land. The Hanes Family gave permission to the Crispin Family to cut across their land provided they closed the gates – the Crispins never did. This led to several very heated arguments over many years and fistfights had often broke out with the Hanes family invariably coming out on top. Then one day, in August of 1922, it came to a head. Yet another altercation broke out at a gate. Guns were drawn and shots rang out. John’s Grandfather had confronted several of the Crispin clan and was shot four times. Ike Crispin received one gunshot wound. Both died. The coroner, a relative of the Crispins, was not called and neither body was examined. The two main protagonists had died and the police decided there was no need for an investigation. From that day forward, John’s father swore, “there will be Hanes on this property long after the Crispins have gone!” He was right – the Hanes Ranch is still there, where John and three Hanes families have property. There are no Crispins left up there…
The Ranch could barely pay the bills so John’s father moved to San Francisco for work, initially on the trolleys before, in 1929, he joined the S.F. Police Department. He met and married Ruth Jacks of San Luis Obispo and over the next few years they had three sons, including John in 1936. With the U.S. involvement in World War 2, came fear of a Japanese invasion of the West Coast cities and so John’s mother and the three boys moved up to Boonville and lived in a house that was where the Boonville Hotel parking lot now exists, at the corner of Hwy 128 and Lambert Lane. They lived there from 1943 to 1946, before moving on the 3,200-acre Hanes Ranch for the final year of their stay in the Valley. During this time John attended the local school with classmates such as Dick Sands and Dwayne Ornbaun… On his return to San Francisco in 1947, John went to Longfellow Grammar School before eventually graduating from Balboa High School in 1954. He then spent the summer in Trinity County, northern California, as a firefighter for the U.S. Forestry – “the start of my government career”. He returned to the City and began work for Met Life Insurance Company – the first in a long series of jobs that would result in John “not working for anyone for more than nine months for a long time.”
In the winter of 1955-56 there was terrible flooding in northern California and John thought there would be lots of adventures and work repairing bridges and roads. However, the work had not started when he arrived and the bad weather continued so John headed south through Nevada and eventually reached Tucson, Arizona where he got a job as a busboy in the Elks Club restaurant. “It was the first time in my life I worked with a black person – I learned a lot from him, The wages were $1 hour and we got a little in tips from the waitresses…It soon got old and I was really missing my girlfriend back in San Francisco – we had got engaged before I left. When I returned she had decided I was some kind of ne’er do well and thought I had been really dumb to go off in the first place. She broke off the engagement. Her parents had also convinced her that ”that Hanes guy is a loser.”
“I was very upset and left the City, returning to the Ranch to work with my Dad who had retired from the police department and was running the place up here…I worked in the woods either as a Chain Setter or on the Green Chain, sorting out and pulling logs off the conveyor – both very hard and dangerous jobs for which I earned $1.80 hour. I knew many people who got injured, but not me, nevertheless, in the fall I decided to attend Santa Rosa Junior College and although I did return to work in the woods during the next two summers I knew I didn’t want to do that for a living.”
At Thanksgiving in 1957 John married his girlfriend, Virginia Meadows, whom he’d met at college. With her parents agreeing to pay for their room and board, they both remained in college and transferred to Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo where John studied Mechanical Agriculture, and some Engineering classes, with a view to getting a job in the farm equipment business. Virginia became pregnant and their first son Derek was born in 1959. At this point Virginia’s parents began to express dissatisfaction that they were paying for John’s education but not their daughter’s and John was pressured to get a job. He quit school and applied to the Concord Police Department but after his initial acceptance after four months he was let go, surplus to requirements. “We had moved back up to Santa Rosa and our daughter Kim was born in 1960. I applied for many other jobs at that point and was accepted by P.G. & E but just before starting with them as a substation attendant, another job I had applied for came up and I accepted. It was for the U.S. Government Bureau of Public Roads in San Francisco, working on a survey crew.”
This job entailed John being away from the family for long periods and the strain began to tell. Once again, after less than nine months, John decided to move on and accepted a position in Madera for the U.S. Department of Agriculture – Soil Conservation Service. The family moved and a third child, Mark, was born in 1962. “I loved working with the farmers down there but couldn’t stand the boss I had – the most manipulative person I have ever worked for. I transferred within the Department after a few months and we returned to Santa Rosa again where I was a civil engineering technician working on the complex Santa Rosa flood control channels and its five dams. I had finally found a job where I was content and stayed there for many years, until 1974, by which time we’d built just about everything we could!”
After a series of trials and tribulations John and Virginia had finally split up for good in 1966 but he was able to see the three children every other weekend. Then in June 1968 he met Meda Athey, mother of three children of her own (Kevin, Cindy, and Scott), and they got married, son Wade being born in July 1970 – the first person in the family to get John’s father’s name. “It was Old Ward and Young Ward. The children all got along and we’d take all seven of them to Tahoe most summers where Meda’s family had a cabin.”
In 1974, John transferred to Davis where the Soil Conservation Service had their headquarters. The government had introduced a program by which they would pay for sixteen hours of the working week if an employee went to school for that amount of time. John began to attend U.C. Davis from where he graduated in 1980, at the age of 44, with a degree in Agricultural Engineering, all the time still working for the Soil Conservation Service…He ultimately retired in 1990 – “It had been a mixed lifestyle to that point in terms of rural and urban living. I had spent many summers up here in the Valley but obviously much of my life had been in cities too. I think I have a decent understanding of both.”
The Ranch had existed as the Larmour/Hanes/Campbell Ranch – the three branches of the family, and in 1932 John’s father started a Hunting Club on the ranch to help pay the bills. In 1947 it became the Hanes Ranch. Logging had been quite steady but by the mid-fifties it was a boom industry and there were over fifty sawmills in the Valley, timber was in great demand. “People say how the logging families damaged the land but the government had introduced a system whereby you would pay no taxes if you clear-cut the woods. So everybody did. My father, after selling all of our timber for $100,000, and paying $25,000 in capital gains tax, was left with $75,000. Not many people wanted to keep their logged land so Dad paid this amount to our nearby neighbors and was able to double the size of our ranch to 6,400 acres. Then other people, who had timber land-locked by our property, were prepared to give my father the deeds to their properties in return for permission to haul their timber out across our land. We ended up with 8,700 acres – mainly thick forests today, tough country; perhaps 30 acres are usable of which 10 acres are gently sloping. A few years ago we were ranked the 20th largest private timber holder in the State according to the Department of Forestry…When my father retired in 1955 he began to work on the logging access roads. I helped him over a few summers. He said, “we’d better build them now because there will come a day when you won’t be allowed to” – he was right. We have about seventy miles of roads up there.”
The Ranch, which is about eight miles out of Boonville, (John lives a further two and a half miles in) now has two Hunting Clubs, with perhaps thirty families belonging to each. The members can come and go as they please, there are forty-five cabins, and a waiting list to join. “My father, who started the whole thing, used to charge people the cost of our taxes for each unit plus just $10 on top. Some of the members have been coming up for five generations – they had a great deal. I had to talk him into increasing this in his later years and he agreed but insisted, ‘You go ahead but don’t kill the goose that laid the golden egg’… They hunt for deer, turkeys, and occasionally hogs. Some use bow and arrows and in seventy seven years hardly anyone has been asked to leave – there are rules of course but the most important one is – ‘just don’t do dumb things’.”
On his retirement John concentrated on the Ranch work and also a passion that had become increasingly important to him – art and sculpting, with particular emphasis on the latter. He began to attend various classes, going as far as Crescent City for some of these. His first works were shown at the Gilroy Garlic Festival in 1992 and he then showed in Scottsdale, Arizona. “I made many contacts in the art world down there and from 1996-99 I showed my works as part of the ten-week show every year.” He has attended the festival down there every year since and the friends and contacts he has made are playing a very important part in the ‘John Hanes Gallery’ that he has almost finished building in central Boonville, designed by son Ward. “All those whose work will be on display are both good and serious – ‘coz they’re making a living out of it. To run a successful gallery those are the artists you need.”
“I have talked to many other gallery owners and they would all agree with this. Furthermore you cannot mix the quality levels – the same level of professionalism and abilities must be in all the works – I tell that to everyone who wants to show their work at the Gallery. I started this mainly because I was tiring of going to the Scottsdale Show every year. I want to do my own thing but am determined to maintain high quality and hopefully make Boonville a destination for art buyers. Of course, my ego has played a part in all of this but I also have a sense of legacy and when we bought the property from J.T. Ferrer’s grandson – the last piece of land that old family owned in the Valley – there was a condition: that I put up a statue of J.T., at the front of the building, there in perpetuity. I plan to put one of my grandfather there too – that would be very fitting…We hope to open in July sometime, with wine from Londer, and about thirty artists’ works on display – twenty painters and ten sculptures. No two will be alike in style or technique.”
I asked John where he liked to hang out in the Valley. “These days I love my coffee in the mornings at The Redwood Drive-In in Boonville. I am part of ‘The Philosophers Club’ who meet there most days,” he added with wide grin. “I like most of the restaurants in the Valley, each has its own unique crowd and distinctive menu…Since the Gallery construction began I have been in town a lot and enjoy seeing the same faces every day but I live up on the mountain and love to go out around the ranch roads on my A.T.V. I’m sure glad we built those roads but I can no longer go on horseback. I take a chainsaw with me and if any little jobs need doing I’ll do them, or ask Scott or Ward to. There isn’t a place I go up there that I don’t have a memory of. That process is really enjoyable – the heritage, the history, even the actual conversations – you know, ‘this is where Dad said this…or that’ It’s a special place for me.”
As I do each week I asked my guest for his brief responses to various ‘hot-button’ issues that concern many Valley folks…”Go ahead” said John, “I have an opinion on every subject. It’s free so you can take it for what it’s worth” he added with a laugh…The wineries? – ‘I love the wineries. The ranches were being put out of business because, with the outlawing of poisons and trapping, the coyotes were taking over and livestock couldn’t survive. Sheep were simply replaced by grapes – it’s too bad in many ways but we have to have some industry here. Logging is dying. I do not fault the wine industry – they provide income for many people. It used to be a beautiful pastoral scene here. Guess what? –  It still is. Growth happens and people not wanting that is a continuing problem. Without it we’d be like hundreds of other places across the country – a virtual ghost town.”…The A.V.A. newspaper? – I rarely buy it but will read it if I see a copy lying around somewhere and check in with the local stuff. I used to subscribe. I think if you learn to read it with a ‘jaundiced eye’ shall we say, then it can be good – just don’t believe all that you read.”…The local public radio station, KZYX & Z? – “I am not a member but find myself listening to it almost every day. I am a conservative or libertarian type but I do like to hear both sides. I do not like ‘Queer Radio’ and when that comes on in the evening I immediately switch to my favorite country and western station. I do like the Jimmy Humble show and the jazz presented by Point Arena John…I am a registered Republican and turn the radio off and make sure to turn on Bill O’Reilly on Fox news at 5pm.”…Law and Order in the Valley? – “Interesting question – let’s say I have always had a good relationship with the local deputies.”…The modernization of the Valley? – “I’m trying to speed that up!”…The logging industry? – “I’m all for it. The last few mills closing down is a bad thing. It’s too bad we cannot support this renewable resource industry.”

To end the interview, I posed a few questions to John many of which are from a list originally devised by French Interviewer and Culture “Expert”, Bernard Pivot, and featured on television’s “Inside the Actors Studio with James Lipton”…
What is your favorite word or phrase? – “I like the word ‘stuff’. According to Harold Hulbert I say it a lot.”

What is your least favorite word or phrase? – “The ‘f’ word and the ‘n’ word. I had a black boss in Davis and he taught me so much about tolerance. Some people around here are still far too careless with their use of the ‘n’ word.”

What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? – “Nude women – they get my creative juices going.”

What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally? – “Dogmas expressed by the liberals in our society. I get overwhelmed just thinking about how they can see things that way.”

What sound or noise do you love? – “The playing of a flute”

What sound or noise do you hate? – “The popping of chewing gum.”

What is your favorite curse word? – “My Dad very occasionally said ‘hell’ or ‘damn’. I try to be the same and it is rare but I do say ‘damn’ sometimes.”

Is there a film/song/book that has greatly influenced you in some way? – A book – ‘The Agony and the Ecstasy’ by Irving Stone about the life of Michelangelo. I am absolutely overawed by his accomplishments.”

What is your favorite hobby? – “Some form of sculpting – I enjoy just doodling with any sort of material.”

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? – “An actor – I have been in the last two productions of the A.V. Theatre Guild and wonder what might have happened if I’d done it earlier. It’s been just a super experience.”

What profession would you not like to do? – “A doctor. I admire them but would certainly not wish to be one.”

What was the happiest day or event in your life? – “That’s very tough to answer. It would have to be the births of my children and grandchildren – I am just awed by it every time.”

What was the saddest? – “Breaking up with my first fiancée. You remember these things. I have been sad but never depressed. That was a very sad thing for me.”

What is your favorite thing about yourself – physically/mentally/spiritually? – “I am an egotist by nature. I like to make art that others like. I also like to think that I’ve accomplished a lot of different things. In recent times putting together the Gallery has taught me much and doing the acting has shown my versatility.”

Finally, if Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? – Well, ‘Come in John – I’m glad to see you.’ would be good. You certainly don’t want to hear the opposite!”…

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David Norfleet – June 5th, 2009

IMG_0181Last Friday morning I drove deep into the woods up on Signal Ridge to meet with David Norfleet at the home he shares with partner Paula Kesenheimer along with all his ‘stuff’. After the obligatory tour of his extensive vegetable garden we sat down to chat at the kitchen table.
David was born in “the apartheid South” in 1944, in Atlanta, Georgia, but at an early age the family (he has an older brother, Jack and a younger sister, Susan) moved to the Orlando area of Florida. Norfleet is an original American name and the story goes that during the mid-1700’s there was a fleet of ships that would deliver slaves to the eastern seaboard from West Africa. This fleet was known as the North Fleet (north Atlantic) and one year when the ships were sunk in a hurricane off the coast of Virginia there were only two crew survivors. These became known as the Norfleet boys and David is descended from them. His forefathers were pioneers in the timber and mining industries of Florida but around the time of World War 2 his parents moved to Georgia where his father became the foreman at an ice cream plant supplying the troops fighting in Europe. After the war they moved back to Florida. The Norfleet side of the family supported segregation but David’s mother was from Winnemucca, Nevada and, while she accepted the situation in the South, she was far more broad-minded and tolerant than her husband’s family and was able to somewhat insulates David from his father’s relatives and their racist beliefs.
When he was nine years old his parents divorced and David moved with his mother to Naples, Florida, a small fishing village. However, he would see his father in the summers and would eventually move back there to attend high school in Orlando – one that was totally segregated. He hated school and wanted nothing to do with further education so at the age of seventeen he committed   to joining the Marine Corps upon graduation in 1961. “My brother was in the Marines and my Dad was pleased with my decision, although he died soon after from a heart attack. To me anything sounded better than more school or a job in the south. I liked to read and was sort of lazy so I figured you’d have plenty of time to read and goof off in the service. Ironically, I ended up in the longest training program the Marines offered – aviation technician school – which saw me studying for over a year. It was harsh – in full dress uniform made of wool, all day, in San Diego, no air conditioning!” David joined the Air Wing of the Marine Corps and “I soon found out that joining the service was one of the dumber things that anyone can do.”
David had not liked sports at school – “it seemed like it was too much hard work, but in my senior year friends persuaded me to go out for football and I had gotten into good physical shape for the first time in my.” This meant that when he joined the marines he was relatively fit and did well, being promoted to Private 1st Class in boot camp. “This was the first time in my life that anyone had kissed my ass but it showed me that one of the worst things for a human to do is to be an officer in the Marine Corps and to get a puffed up view of themselves. However, the Marine Corps did expose me to desegregation for the first time in my life and I thought ‘what the fuck was the problem!’ The black guys were just like us of course and they teased me that there were lots of black Norfleets!…Of course in San Diego there were also Mexicans – another new experience for me – people who didn’t speak English. It was all so very different from where I’d grown up.”
During his time in the Marines David’s didn’t see direct action but he was on a helicopter transport ship, the U.S.S. Teddy Roosevelt, with the 6th Fleet in the vicinity of Cuba during the Cuban Missile crisis before the Russians backed down and departed – “I think they left because a hurricane was coming not because of threats from J.F.K. We stayed and were in the middle of it. The waves came over on to our flight deck and that was seventy feet above the sea. About seven men were lost…Later in 1962 we were sent to Mississippi to provide a show of force in support of civil rights activist Medgar Evers who was trying to ensure that the University would enroll blacks at the school. We were there in case any of the racist locals got out of hand with orders to shoot if they did.”
David could not wait to get out of the Marines and after his four years he seized that opportunity on June 5th, 1965. “Oh I remember that day all right. My Dad had left me a little money and the previous year I had bought a ’63 Corvette Stingray. The day I left the Marines I drove out of the base in my car doing 80 mph.” He was fortunate. In October of that year, with the war in Vietnam escalating dramatically, the tours of duty were extended and David, after all the training in electronics he had received, would certainly have been forced to stay in. This would have put him in a very vulnerable situation in his job as the technician responsible for keeping the radio running in the helicopter landing zones – “it’s not much more dangerous than that but I’m here to tell you it never happened to me.”
On leaving the Marines, David and a friend, David Friedland, set off on a journey in the Corvette. They went up the east coast, across to Chicago and Minnesota where they got work for a time at the Bird’s Eye Pea Packing plant in a town called Waseca. Towards the late summer of 1965 it was getting a little cold so they headed south down to Memphis, west to New Orleans, and along Route 66 to California, arriving in the fall. “I was twenty-two and wanted to finish out my ‘social awakening’ and Los Angeles was as good a place as any to do that. It was too late to enroll in school for that semester but further education was now in my plans. Education was virtually free in California for residents, unlike many other states. Plus I had the G.I. Bill to live off. Along with another friend from high school, Jan Wilks, we got an apartment in South San Gabriel for $75 a month total and I found a job working for the phone company in downtown L.A. – being in L.A. was interesting but the job wasn’t. I enrolled at East L.A. Junior College for the next semester to study Architecture, a specialty of that particular college which was situated in the barrio, with all sorts of people from Hispanic to Japanese to blue-collar whites and with the black section of Watts nearby.    I started my studies in January of 1966.”
“I had wanted to learn how to build things but soon realized that at this school we were being trained how to work in an office, how to be a businessman, and I wanted to be outside actually building. I started to lose interest. Then by the winter of 1966/67 L.S.D. had become all the rage and I became ‘psychedelicized.’ I had smoked a little pot before that but it hadn’t got me that high, it wasn’t a big deal to me. A friend of ours, Dan Hall, moved in with us and unlike the rest of us students he had a job and extra money and was always partying in Hollywood. He was into pot and gave us the Mexican weed we occasionally smoked. Then one night he turned up with these tablets that had been made in Switzerland at the ‘infamous’ Sandoz Lab – they were the real thing. It was amazing. Now that I had found what ‘high’ really was I then fell in love with marijuana. We had many ‘busy days’ – the arrival of L.S.D. was an evolutionary manifestation and I wanted to be a part of it.”
“It was the time of terrific energy in Los Angeles. The psychedelic scene was erupting, the Vietnam War was ‘hot’ and The Peace Movement was on the rise. The Watts riots had taken place nearby a year or so earlier and civil rights were on everyone’s mind. The music scene was changing in a big way – we had The Doors, The Byrds, and Canned Heat were from just down the road. It was a bigger scene than that in San Francisco and we had be-ins down there in Griffith Park too. We wanted to channel into this scene so we started a coffee shop/live music venue called ‘The Rest of It’ in Pasadena. We were open all hours and many top musicians would swing by – it was a great time for a year or two. During that time I met a woman who was in on this scene – Linda Filer, who had a couple of young kids, and we got together.”
However, by the end of 1968, the scene had changed, just like it had in S.F. “The L.A.P.D. were getting increasingly violent at the peace marches; Martin Luther King had been killed; Robert Kennedy had been killed; the smog was bad; the coffee house was done, and I’d even had to sell my Corvette. We then got arrested and thrown in jail on Christmas for ‘being in a place where marijuana was being smoked.’ The scene was dying; it wasn’t peace and happiness anymore. All this together with my disillusionment with the architecture studies meant it was time for something else. Linda had some friends from high school who were union carpenters’ and I had skills in that so I was able to join too.”
In February 1969 Linda gave birth to their son Abraham and around this time David bought a 1941 Chevy School Bus in which the motor had gone. He rebuilt it, installed a fridge, a sink, added a few mattresses and the family were ready to move on. With their ‘stuff’ piled on a platform he had made on the roof they set off from California in the summer of 1969 “at a very steady 45 mph.” They drove across country, eventually arriving in Florida where David’s classic hippy appearance of beard, long hair, jeans, t-shirt, sandals was a big shock to his conservative family. They settled in a rural town called Crystal River in the ‘armpit’ of Florida, south of the panhandle. David’s union card helped and, despite being too ‘far out’ for most construction crews, he did latch onto one carpentry crew earning $2.50 hr. They put the kids in school, rented an apartment and unloaded their stuff – “we then used the bus as our car around town and I really ‘tricked’ it out with things I got from various old trailers I came across…It was fine for a time but we wanted to move on. My Dad had an insurance policy on me and I cashed it in – the $200 from that got us out of Florida and back on the road.”
Living the hippy lifestyle they traveled around the country, casually looking for a place to perhaps make a more permanent home but without any fixed plan. They went up to the Chicago area and then across to Yellowstone and on to Oregon. “We were total hippies with no real plans. We headed south down through Eureka and I got in touch with a buddy from college who was kind of a professional student. At that time he was attending the newly opened Sonoma State and living in Petaluma, California. We hooked up and stuck around for a time. We’d park the bus up at the Petaluma Methodist Church but for services this would get very busy so we’d drive off somewhere every Sunday. We had to find a place to live but with the new college and so many students there was nothing. We were about to move to Guerneville to a small upstairs apartment (we really didn’t want to – it would be tough with three young kids).”
“Then we got in touch with some old friends from our coffee house days – Lance and Caroline Fint who were living in a town called Boonville where they had their phone installed on a tree – we liked that. On one of our Sunday trips we went up that way and arrived in Anderson Valley in our bus. The drive had been difficult – I distinctly remember thinking that it seemed to take forever to get just the seven miles or so to Mountain House Road, and we were still quite a way from Boonville… Anyway, I had been scouring the realty offices of Sonoma for weeks looking for somewhere for myself, Linda and the three kids to live, so when on the day of our arrival for the first time in Boonville I saw the realty office of T.J. Nelson, I investigated out of habit. We wanted a rural place but had decided it had to be no further than 100 miles from a ‘cultural’ center – San Francisco in this case. Nelson had a two-bedroom place on two acres near to Indian Creek – it was on Philo School Road next to Lemons’ Market in Philo. I immediately told the woman at the office that we’d take it. She suggested I look at it first, I said I would and then I’d take it! The house was one of the oldest in the Valley (it had been old-timer, Johnnie Peterson’s mother’s) and, according to the road sign, was 113 miles form S.F. – we could cope with that! They gave us a three-year lease with an option to buy at $150 a month, $50 of which would go against the down payment. We were very lucky. In the next three years prices greatly increased with the arrival of the wineries but we got our place for just $17,000 – T.J. was pissed!…We began our life in the Valley – it was September 1970”…

When they arrived in the Valley that fall, David and Linda were amongst the first ‘Back-to-the-Landers’ to settle here, “and some of the poorest – we were not trust-fund hippies like many others.” He got a job as a union carpenter based in Ukiah and they settled down. They were married in Casper in 1973 and another son, Matthew, was born in 1974. They now had a baby, Abraham was five, and Linda’s two were Lisa at twelve and David at thirteen and work and family life took over. David even stopped his marijuana smoking, deciding to keep it away from the kids during their impressionable years. (He didn’t smoke for the next twenty years). David immediately loved life in the Valley and despite being hippies there was little confrontation from the locals, although the kids did hear stuff at school sometimes. “There were problems for some people but overall we were accepted. We were the third migration – the old families had arrived when the Indians lived here, then the Okie/Arkie immigrants came after the war and during the early fifties. Now it was the hippies’ turn.”
They quickly made friends in the Valley, began to raise animals – goats, chickens, ducks, Shetland ponies, even a cow or two, and David continued his carpentry profession with jobs all over the region, even teaching a class at the adult education center where two of his students were modern-day Valley contractors, Dennis Toohey and Dennis Moore. Everything went well for a number of years but over time there were various issues which arose causing problems between David and Linda. “The kids were moved to what Linda thought was a better school in Ukiah. We moved to Ukiah but kept the Philo house. She was probably right – our local school was a mad house at that time. Linda was unhappy with many things and by the mid-eighties we found ourselves in disagreement about too much and decided to split up.” The two older children were gone from home, Abraham was virtually out, and Matthew went to stay with friends in Yorkville.
In the early eighties, David had become friends with local chiropractor, Ken Allen. He had done some carpentry on Ken’s house on Ornbaun and again at a house he’d bought on Hwy 128, behind what would become the Buckhorn Saloon – the original had burnt down in the 1960’s. “Ken would get on my case about never getting ahead and suggested we go into business together. Across the street was the ‘new’ Boonville Hotel which was in all the travel magazines and together with the booming new Valley winery business he felt there was a business opportunity to be had in some way. One Friday evening I had stopped in Hopland at the bar in town. I called Ken and he joined me there. It was a happening place, there was live music, and the Red Tail Ale was very good. From the bar you could see their fairly primitive brewery facility behind a glass window and I said to Ken, ‘If they can make this (the ale) with that (the primitive equipment) then I know I can do it too.’ These guys had pushed for changes in the brewing laws so that you could now manufacture and sell beer on the same premises. The time of the Brew Pub had arrived and we wanted to get on board.”
Over the next couple of years David and Ken researched the possibility thoroughly. They picked the brains of the very few current Brew Pub owners (there were about five in the State) and both attended brewing classes given by beer guru, Byron Birch in Santa Rosa, but there was no real infrastructure for such a business. “We had to invent so much in terms of rigging up equipment. We had to make it all on the cheap – we didn’t have the money to do otherwise. Initially we set up in the kitchen at the house behind what became the brewery. We’d practice our newly learnt brewing skills every weekend and then take our product to a meeting of the ‘Sonoma County Beereaucrats’. I don’t think we ever made a batch that wasn’t liked.”
Ken put together a business package and work began on the building that now stands in downtown Boonville. “Ken loved to ‘shop around’ and he did lots of research. I sketched what we’d need and show it to a stainless steel manufacturer I’d come across who could produce it inexpensively. I did the interior carpentry and built the actual bar. The whole process was a terrific learning curve and eventually, in 1987 we opened our brewpub – The Buckhorn Saloon. We had four beers on draft and I came up with the idea to use the Boontling terms for the Valley towns for each beer – High Rollers (Yorkville) Wheat; Boont (Boonville) Amber Ale, Poleeko (Philo) Gold Pale Ale, and Deep Enders (Navarro) Porter. It was all very basic in those days. The bottling and labeling particularly – it was a big operation to do just ten cases. Nevertheless, we were moving along and came up with several innovative things to the beer industry such as 22oz bottled beers and the use of the five gallon soda cans for draft beer.”
“Ken concentrated on the business side of the brewing industry and along with our equal partner, his wife Kim, he ran the pub/restaurant part. I had all the other responsibilities – brewing, maintenance, engineering, even deliveries with my girlfriend Vallen. I was the labor, Ken was the management…I had gone into the whole process as a way of distracting myself from the divorce and to hopefully make a little money. However, although my passion for the venture had helped me to move on from my divorce, the money just wasn’t there. We were barely covering the note on the loan and I could make more as a carpenter. On top of that, Ken’s ‘style’ sometimes leaves quite a lot to be desired.  I sold my shares and left in 1989 to go back to carpentry, although Ken and I remained friends and I have kept brewing at home ever since.”
A few years later, in the mid-90’s, Ken Allen bought thirty-two acres at the junction of Hwy.128 and Hwy.253 and wanted to move his very successful A.V. Brewery to this new space. He asked David to become an independent contractor on this huge project and also offered some shares in the company. David accepted. “I had split up from Vallen and was living in Cloverdale but wanted to get back to the Valley. I took Ken up on his offer and received 2.7% – just enough to be obnoxious!…I designed the brew house and built it with Jeff Fox and a crew – we poured one of the biggest chunks of concrete in the Valley there…Since that project I have been kept busy with various jobs and can turn my hand to virtually any fixit situation people may ask me to do.”
“On a personal level, in 1997 I was back in the Valley, moving on from my relationships and working on the new brewery construction. At that time Erica Kesenheimer was working at the Brew Pub and one day she commented, ‘My Mom is a very cool lady, you know.’ This stuck with me. I had been hanging out with the Magic Company crowd and a few weeks later I was at Lady Rainbow’s birthday party at the Rancho Navarro clubhouse – a classic Valley Pot Luck. I was at the buffet at one point towards the end of the evening and Paula Kesenheimer was clearing up. She had the fruit salad in her hand and I said I’d like a bite – she bit me! Soon after that, much to Erica’s chagrin, I was moving in as she was moving out. We have been together ever since.”
I asked David for his responses to a few of the hot-button issues that Valley folk seem to frequently discuss…The wineries? – “I think they were inevitable and have been kind of good for the Valley. Much of the Valley had been over-grazed – the place had been pounded for years following the Okie/Arkie migration and there was loads of crap and junk everywhere. The wineries came in and ‘fixed’ the land – apples were out and grapes came in as the current crop. I am in favor of the local winery owners – these little guys are fine but the Duckhorns and Roederers of the Valley aren’t such a good idea. Most of the bitching about the wineries is just envy at one level, and many critics forget – the wines produced here are great and are always in plentiful supply at Valley parties and get-togethers.”…The local public radio, KZYX & Z? – “I do support it, and have many friends who a part of it in some way, but there is far too much N.P.R. (National Public Radio) programming for my liking. I actually prefer to listen to KMUD out of Laytonville at 90.3.”…The A.V.A. newspaper? – “I have always like the paper. I am a fan of Bruce’s writing and what he brings to our attention – it is often just what we need to know. He exposes the truth which others may not want to hear and his attacks on certain entities are frequently valid – the radio station is one of those…I have known Bruce since he arrived here and I remember one day, when I was working on building the bar at The Buckhorn, he came by and commented, ‘That’s the best use for wood – building a bar.”…The School System? – “ I have little to do with the school these days but I will say that it has been a great unifying force in the Valley. The Valley is a better place thanks to the school.”…
David has been the Valley’s Grange Master for five years now although he never really wanted to be. “Captain Rainbow resigned and decided to go off chasing women in Asia. Nobody wanted the job – Paula and I have said it’s one that you can only get out of by having a stroke or by dying! We’d go to the meetings and enjoyed the mixed crowd you’d get there. When Rainbow left the meeting was staggering around about whom to have. Then Paula nominated me and I was in. I guess I like the title and I do run a tight meeting.”
‘I love the rural lifestyle I have in the Valley along with the variety of characters who seem to be able to get along here. I believe we are in a sort of theme park where there is a concentration of health and harmony, of arts and crafts. I like to call it Intoxication Island. Here we have the best wine available anywhere, the best beer, and the best marijuana. Our potlucks lead the way too and I believe we are responsible for the tastes and standards the rest of the country go by. We don’t live in reality but in a map of reality about two inches behind our eyes and the more accurate your map the more effective you will be…I recently completed a course in hypnotherapy, which will be very useful for keeping track of the theme park. I can offer therapy to anyone who wants help with anything stressful they are dealing with.”
To end the interview, as I have being doing each week, I posed a few questions to David many of which are from a list originally devised by French Interviewer and Culture “Expert”, Bernard Pivot, and featured on television’s “Inside the Actors Studio with James Lipton”…
What is your favorite word or phrase? – “Hi, Dave, good to see you.”

What is your least favorite word or phrase? – “I have a hard time with people who say, ‘I didn’t think that would happen’. May be they should learn to think. I hear it quite often and wonder what it says about people’s thinking.”

What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? – “Being able to lend a hand; being able to fix something for someone.”

What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally? – “Someone complaining or being negative, especially about others.”

What sound or noise do you love? – “Frogs singing.”

What sound or noise do you hate? – “The sound of someone destroying a machine – gears grinding, the over-revving of an engine.”

What is your favorite curse word? – “I really don’t curse that much – I don’t like to. But I suppose I do say ‘what the fuck’ quite often,”

Is there a film/song/book that has greatly influenced you in some way? – “The writings of Epicticus, a Stoic philosopher, and the poetry of Walt Whitman. I am a student of Epicticus and a disciple of Whitman.”

What is your favorite hobby? – “Gardening – I’m not very good but I really like it. It’s very rewarding…I also like to dance – which I am good at.”

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? – “My talents lie in fixing things so it would have to be some job that would involve that. Or perhaps a cabinet or furniture maker.”

What profession would you not like to do? – “Working inside an office.”

What was the happiest day or event in your life? – “ The days my boys were born. I like being a Dad. When I spoke to my son Abraham on his 40th birthday earlier this year, I told him that ‘forty years ago today the sergeant taught the band to play’. He then informed me that he and his wife were expecting their first child in November.”

What was the saddest? – “My divorce – it was very tough.”

What is your favorite thing about yourself – physically/mentally/spiritually? – “ I think I have a very good attitude towards life and others. I gave a ride to a local fellow some time ago and he thought he knew me but wasn’t sure. I knew him. Then he said, ‘I know who you are – you’re that guy who can get along with difficult people.’ I like that.”

Finally, if Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? – “Well, I’ve always tried to be a good friend. My Mother said, ‘If you want to have friends you’d better be friendly.’ So I’d like God to say, “You’ve made a lot of friends, David – welcome home.”

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Val Muchowski – May 29th, 2009

GEDC0080Last Friday morning I met with Val Muchowski – she pronounces it ‘my-house-key’, “but that’s not necessarily how it is said in Poland”, she quickly adds. We got together at the unique geodesic dome she and husband Steve have lived in for the past thirty-plus years. Steve kindly made me a cup of coffee and Val and I sat down to chat…
Val was born in Tucson, Arizona but when she was only eleven months old her father, George Wesel, died at the age of only twenty-five resulting in Val, an only child, and her mother Marie moving to Buffalo, New York to be with her mother’s family – an Italian family by the name of Zuzze. “My father’s side was German – yes, it was a ‘mixed’ marriage and the families saw little of each other.” This was during World War 2 and Val’s mother was one of the many ‘Rosie the Riveters’ of that time – women who took over the jobs previously held by men who were at war. Following the war, Marie worked at various department stores and Val attended one of the many parochial schools in Buffalo at that time, all the way from Elementary through High School.
“I loved the city. I was an independent kid and would catch buses or ride my bicycle all over town; sometimes girlfriends and I would cross the Peace Bridge into Canada where we could swim in clean water – unlike that in Buffalo…I enjoyed school very much and particularly liked English Literature and Math. I was a big reader as a kid and we lived close to a library where they let me take out seven books at a time. I loved to read biographies – a great way to learn about history and how people affected history.”
Buffalo was a very segregated city at that time and Val lived in an Italian neighborhood – “there were 10,000 Italian families in the local parish.” However her school was in the Irish section of town – “I can thank that community for introducing me to music, good humor, and a good drink!”
On graduating she attended the University of Buffalo Teachers’ College. “Growing up I had kept in touch with my aunts on my father’s side who lived in Nyack about thirty miles north of New York City on the Hudson River. Two of them were teachers and another was a librarian and as a result I always wanted to go into one of those professions. There were not many choices for women in those days and I chose teaching.”…It was while at college, at her job in the library, that she met and fell in love with Steve Muchowski, a fellow librarian who lived in the Polish district and was attending Conecius College, studying Physics.
Upon graduation from University in 1961 her first job was at an all-black school of eighteen hundred children. About 40% of the teachers were black and these were treated by the system as if they were substitute teachers with lesser salaries and vacation time – they became permanent substitutes. Val and some other young teachers organized a program for a number of these teachers so they could take and pass a test, which would change their status. “When they passed the Vice Principal refused to talk to me – he now had to pay them more money and didn’t appreciate that.”
She stayed at that school for two years and in that time was married to Steve who was now working at a manufacturing company in the Engineering department. When the company chose to move to the South to avoid having to deal with Unions, Steve decided to quit, as did Val from her job and, in the summer of 1963, they set off on a three-month trip around the country in their small sports car, a Sunbeam Alpine. “We went into Canada then down to New York City and on to Florida and then over to Baton Rouge where Steve’s company had wanted him to move – ‘no way’ was our opinion. It was a tense time in terms of integration in those parts and we were often treated with suspicion as we traveled through with our northern license plates. We finally ended up in San Jose where my mother was living.” They had no money left so they settled there and Val got a job as a substitute teacher in East San Jose with Steve working for General Electric. Eventually they had enough money to buy a house from Val’s great Aunt in Santa Clara where they lived for fifteen years.
Over the next few years Val and Steve started a family. It was the time when many people were having big families. “We wanted six kids but fortunately stopped at three – Mary was born in 1965, Larry in 1967, and Laurie in 1968.”…When Val returned to work at her kids per-school she was approached by some other mothers who wanted to get involved with their kids education. Together they came up with an alternative program for the public school system wherein parents would volunteer to teach some of the classes, using any skills or knowledge they had. “We had two classrooms with a total of sixty kids. It was close to NASA and the computer industry was at its infant stage in the Santa Clara area. As a result we had a unique group of volunteer teachers. It was called The Open School and we expanded each year. It was very innovative as teachers did not want parents getting involved with education prior to this – I guess we were pushy parents who just wanted to see that our kids learnt from more sources than just text books. Anyway, it’s still going today.”
Many people in the Valley know Val for her political activism and it’s something that she has been involved in ever since working on John F. Kennedy’s campaign for President in 1960 as a twenty year old college student. “My mother’s side of the family were Democrats for many generations but my father’s side was solidly Republican – they never referred to President Franklin Roosevelt by name, always as ‘that man.’ Conversely when F.D.R. died, all the mirrors in my mother’s family house were covered up – an Italian tradition when a member of the family passes away… I guess this ‘mixed’ marriage had given me a good feeling for people with different political views”…
“I thought J.F.K. was a great leader and I firmly believed that his brother Robert could be even better. I worked on his campaign in 1968 and was devastated when he was assassinated during that summer. Then somehow in the election of ’68 Democratic nominee Hubert Humphrey was tainted and, just like Bush v Gore in 2000 when Gore was misrepresented, the Republicans pulled it off… In 1972 when Nixon won again, this time against McGovern, I was very discouraged and withdrew my efforts from national affairs and concentrated on local politics and education and from 1973 to 1976 I was involved with my work for the Open School.”
For two or three years in the early seventies, Val and Steve had been looking for a place to raise kids somewhere other than in a city or the suburbs. They were very interested in the ‘Back-to-the-Land’ movement of that time and in 1973 discovered Anderson Valley. The Holmes Ranch sub-division had just become available and they purchased twenty acres for $16,000. Over the ensuing three years they would often come up to their land with the kids for weekend camping trips. It took them five hours each way but was worth it and by 1976 they made the decision to move permanently. They sold their house in Santa Clara and Steve designed and helped build the remarkable geodesic house in which they have lived ever since…
Val got a job teaching kindergarten through 2nd grade at the A.V. Elementary School. “My employment was certified during a ‘famous’ School Board meeting which saw most of the Board resign at it’s conclusion. This was over the firing of Superintendent Ron Snowden – many local people didn’t want to see him go making it uncomfortable for those on the Board who did. I think just Bruce Anderson and Joan Burroughs stayed on. Over the next ten years there was constant chaos in the administration – I think I had seventeen different Superintendents in thirty years. I just wanted to teach but there was uncertainty swirling around all the time. It has calmed down a lot since those days and the school is doing a great job.”
In 1980 Val met two people “who changed my life.” With her friend Janet Seaforth she had attended the party thrown for campaign workers by Norma Bork who had been defeated in her attempt to enter Congress. At that party was Lowell Near (activist singer/songwriter Holly Near’s uncle) who was on the Democratic Central Committee and also Roberta Hollowell, a leading light in the National Women’s Political Caucus (N.W.P.C.). As a result of meeting and talking with these people, Janet and Val decided to get more involved and joined the two organizations in their stand at that time against the Nuclear program…By 1981 Vall had set up a Women’s Caucus in Anderson Valley and had joined the Mendocino Democratic Central Committee. She has been very involved in both ever since, along with the California Teachers’ Association since 1983. She was the first President of the N.W.P.C. in Mendocino “where my philosophy was to always say ‘yes, go forth and do it’ and this enabled me to do some pretty outrageous things. The work of the N.W.P.C. has lead to more women getting involved in politics at all levels. We train them in campaign organizing and how to be a candidate. I was Vice President of Education and Training for the N.W.P.C. at the State level and my nine years at the California Teachers’ Association, where I had made many political contacts, turned out to be very useful in that job.”
“I am amazed at how much time I spent working with these groups and yet still managed to teach at the school. I eventually moved on from the Elementary School and worked at Rancheria School – a continuation high school working with kids who do not fit in. I was there from 1989 to my retirement in 2005 and my three goals or purposes were simply to help the kids to graduate, make sure they had a driving license, and ultimately got a job or went to college…I enjoyed teaching at Rancheria tremendously. We created a curriculum that allowed us to work with each student individually. It was very rewarding and I believe we helped many confused kids straighten out their lives We set up a program for young mothers whereby we would pick them and their kids up in a van and bring them to the school and provide childcare while we taught the mothers. Many young women in this Valley have graduated this way. Jim Tomlin, currently the High School Vice Principal, helped greatly with this and he hired Wendy Patterson who also played a big part”…
After teaching Val found she missed being involved with the parents and the community – “Despite my continuing political work, there was a lack of a direct connection with the Valley.” As a result she joined the Unity Club, a women’s group in the Valley that organizes various events – the Wildflower Shower for example, and gives out scholarships to deserving High School Graduates. Furthermore, following bouts of cancer for both Val and Steve in 2003-04, she joined the Valley’s Cancer Support Group and strongly encourages others with experiences of cancer, or with family members who do, to come and join the group at their monthly meetings organized by Linda Brennan.
Val loves it here in the Valley and although Steve is a big fan of the desert, having visited there for vacations (they have talked about possibly moving to the Arizona area at some point), she now believes this is very doubtful. “This Valley is an incredible place with a wonderful community spirit and great mix of people. The Valley loves its kids and I am in awe at how much time is put into the children. We always go to the Graduation ceremony and find it very uplifting…I guess if I have to find a fault I do think that once in a while racial tensions crop up; it’s old prejudices really. However, this has changed so much over the years and people now seem much more tolerant in most cases.”
It was time to get Val’s responses to some of the ‘hot button’ issues of Valley life. Topics that I hear being discussed all the time on my travels and ones which many people are reluctant to go on record about…The Valley’s local public radio station, KZYX & Z? – “Well, I was one of the original organizers and went to Sacramento with founder Sean Donovan to get approval for the original transmission tower to go on public land. On the very first day of broadcasting, a Monday in October of 1989, I had a show, ‘Women’s Voices’ at 7pm. I hosted that show for ten years and it is still going but now we have a collective of seven women who share hosting duties. I remember that Sean said, “You don’t want to start something like that. There aren’t enough interesting women in the County and in six months you will have gone through them all.” After talking to some women fundraisers for the station he changed his mind and the show is going strong twenty years later. I now do some political/environmental/poetry programs on the Show and continue to really enjoy it. There have been many incredible changes at the station and I absolutely love the presentation of the news by Christine Aarnestad and Paul Hansen. I also continue to go to various station meetings – I remember Bruce Anderson once called me ‘Val McMeeting’ in the A.V.A….My only disappointment with the station is that it is not more involved with a wider section of the community. They have a specialized group they speak to and I believe this is a problem that will not easily be solved”…
I ask about the A.V.A most weeks because it is an oft-mentioned topic in the Valley. Of course, the paper is synonymous with owner/editor Bruce Anderson and therefore one rarely gets a response about the paper without Bruce’s name being mentioned and opinions of him offered. Over to you, Val. “It is a very interesting newspaper and I read it almost every week. I especially enjoy the articles that cover the Valley. Like many others I would say that Bruce has mellowed and the paper is more involved in the community than it was. I have to say he used to be very vicious and there was an edge to him, turning many people off. He was also not very truthful – he once printed an interview he claimed to have had with me but he made it all up – he hadn’t even talked to me!…Bruce has an excellent built-in shit detector which enables him to call people out when they need to be called.”…I told Val that when A.V.A. major contributor, Mark Scaramella, was told I would be interviewing her he said I should ask if she had ever met a Democrat she didn’t like. She laughed out loud and responded, “Oh, about a trillion…But look, I wanted to be in a party that promoted women, was at the forefront of pursuing environmental and social justice, and most importantly, could get people elected. I remember when Bruce started the Green Party here out of his home. It went underground and disappeared. It would seem that it is my job to tell people they are doing a good job in pursuing these goals and Bruce and Mark’s job to tell them they are not…I enjoy the paper and even though they endorse Ralph Nader, not the Democrats in the election, we need that sort of wide spectrum in our political system and have no problem with it”…And as for the 2008 Election? – “I was firmly in the Hilary Clinton camp but believe that Obama is doing a fantastic job”…
The School? – “The A.V. School District is in good shape as far as providing the educational components is concerned. I think it is a great improvement to have the Spanish-speaking kids learning how to read and write in their language as well as English. We also used to see children getting the same teacher for six years in each subject. If that teacher was mediocre the kid was at a disadvantage. That is no longer the case fortunately… However, we still have a problem in keeping many of the teachers – they cannot afford to live here. Now the cutbacks in education are coming and this could seriously damage the programs so many people have worked so hard to put together. I am very concerned.”
The Wineries? – “I have mixed feelings. I love wine and the Mexican culture that has arrived here as a result of the wineries greatly enriches our Valley. However, like many others I am concerned about the water issues. I am surrounded by three wineries and our spring has dried up and disappeared. I am concerned that the Valley will end up like Alexander Valley in terms of its monoculture.”
Law and Order in the Valley? – “It is good to have resident deputies, particularly if they get involved in the community. It was like the Wild West when we arrived but Sheriff Squires has provided a good presence and calmed things down.”
I asked Val for whom she would vote if there were a Mayor of the Valley with powers to make a difference. “Geraldine Rose – she is very connected to the Valley, knows what is going on, knows many of the people, and is very sensible.”…And what if you were the Mayor, Val? – “No thank you – the Valley is ungovernable!”
To end the interview, as I have being doing each week, I posed a few questions to Val, many of which are from a list originally devised by French Interviewer and Culture “Expert”, Bernard Pivot, and featured on television’s “Inside the Actors Studio with James Lipton”…
What is your favorite word or phrase? – “Let’s do it”…

What is your least favorite word or phrase? – “It would be when somebody says. ‘I’m too busy’ “…

What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? – “A gathering of people at which ideas are exchanged in an atmosphere of enthusiasm and passion”…

What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally? – “Discord”…

What sound or noise do you love? – “Walking into my garden and hearing the birds sing”…

What sound or noise do you hate? – “People yelling at each other”…

What is your favorite curse word? – “Bullshit”…

Is there a film/song/book that has greatly influenced you in some way? – “A song by acappella singing group, ‘Sweet Honey and The Rock’ called ‘We who believe in freedom cannot rest’. They rose to prominence during the Civil Rights movement and that song has inspired me”…

What is your favorite hobby? – “Reading – mainly biographies and history”…

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? – “An anthropologist – I took some classes at college and was fascinated but I was driven by the need to find a profession which would give me enough to make a living”…

What profession would you not like to do? – “A dental hygienist – I just cannot imagine putting my fingers into people’s mouths – I hope my hygienist doesn’t read this”…

What was the happiest day or event in your life? – ‘The day I was married”…

What was the saddest? – “When my mother died”…

What is your favorite thing about yourself – physically/mentally/spiritually? – “That I have always been curious; always trying to learn and figure out things”…

Finally, if Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? – “Well, I would like to hear her say, ‘Welcome, Val – here in heaven we have equity at least”…

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