Featuring the writing of Buzz Anderson
As some of you know, I am currently writing a sequel to my historical novel, Five Hundred Moons. The title of my new book is Ten Thousand Suns (the number of moons and suns corresponding to the timeframe for each respective novel). So far, I’ve written 235 pages.…
Three of my grandchildren play Little League, from T-Ball to Majors. Watching their games is near the top of life’s pleasures. The oldest is totally absorbed with baseball. He plays catcher and his favorite player…
I think it’s safe to say that most of us have had teachers who influenced the choices we made in life. I’ve always considered my high school journalism teacher, David Molinari, as being such a person. He taught eighth-grade English at Capitola Junior High, then moved on to Soquel High at the same time I became a freshman.…
The day after New Years was beautiful—70 degrees, clear skies, and fresh air. Jennie and I had the grandkids. Despite the weather, they were watching videos.…
Recently, I switched Rotary clubs, joining the Santa Cruz chapter. My friend and neighbor, Dave Smith, also wanted to join the Santa Cruz group, so we signed up together. As rookies, we were informed that we would have to give Red Badge speeches about ourselves. To spice things up, we decided to do our talks about each other.…
My brother Bill wrote a political memoir. It’s well-researched and well-argued. While I may not agree with everything in it, much of what he writes hits home.…
I love political cartoons. They make me laugh more than the funnies—even the ones that I wholeheartedly disagree with can induce a big chuckle. And I am so gladdened by the fact that our society provides such freedom of speech and the press that conflicting views can be equally represented, and criticisms—especially of our government leaders—can be printed without prosecution. This is not the case for most of the world’s population.…
Jennie and I just got back from a four-day visit with friends in Santa Fe, New Mexico. We stayed in the Las Campañas area, home of one of the three couples that made up our traveling group. It was a beautiful place on the high mesa, populated by piñon pines and surrounded by the Jémez and Sangre de Cristo mountain ranges. The sunsets were otherworldly, intensified by thunderheads and the occasional lightning strikes. The day temperatures fluctuated from the mid-seventies to the high eighties—perfect weather for the seven-thousand-foot elevation.…
Busy May—a wedding, two birthdays, and a book launch! Not to mention a dozen Little League games and a garden growing tons of flowers, veggies, and weeds.…
I play golf with Bob Frey every Tuesday. He routinely shoots fifty yards beyond me and one putts the green. He’s 86 years old. …