Category Archives: Bigfoot

Leap Frog

  For years I woke up every day with at least one character and story line flowing freely through their brain. A day of not writing left me itchy mentally, angry at what had been lost because I could not … Continue reading

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Campfires and Stained Glass Windows

We who believe in the unexplainable, the unknowable if you will, seek each other out.  It’s a need shared by true believers of every stripe.  We gather together on the fringe and share stories by the campfire, or meet in … Continue reading

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Littlefoot Lives!

Monday I had the pleasure of visiting Big Lagoon School up in Northern California.  I told the kindergarteners the story of my grandpa seeing Bigfoot.  Began the tale with me riding shoats (that’s baby pigs to you city folk), wove … Continue reading

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Big Feet, Big What?

This sign used to be the emblem for Bigfoot Gas. That’s quite a log, eh? People complained, the sign was changed. Instead of his lovely log, Bigfoot now packs a tiny gas can.  No, I don’t have a picture of … Continue reading

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Heritage: Madames and Bigfoot

  My great-great-grandfather Merritt Curtis Foster founded the town of Freshwater (Northern California) and my great-aunt Mandy Foster was a well-known madame at the Old Vance Hotel (Eureka, CA) during the days of prohibition. My grandson is a seventh generation … Continue reading

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Fiction vs Reality – Same,same but different

Same, same but different. I heard that a lot when I traveled in Asia. I’ll give you a for instance: I’d climb into the rickshaw in Danang and tell the driver, a former ARVEN who insisted I call him Doc, … Continue reading

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Elusive Memory

One of my first memories is of being naked in a round aluminum wash tub.  Dust motes float like fairies in streams of light from the tiny window over Grandma’s kitchen sink.  A wood plank floor has gaps that reveal … Continue reading

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Are You a Believer?

Are You a Believer?.

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Are You a Believer?

It’s easy to spot them. Someone, usually a man, approaches me after a reading from Bigfoot Blues.  These guys are never the first person in the audience with their hands in air when I ask for questions or one of … Continue reading

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