Remembering a San Francisco Blues legend

I remember the very first time I entered the Grant & Green Saloon, conveniently located at the corner of Green Street and Grant Avenue in the heart of North Beach in San Francisco.

Still living in New Mexico then, I was on a business trip to the Bay Area and some friends invited me to go to the City for dinner and a stop at their favorite Blues club. I was a trusting soul in my mid-twenties, and going to a city I did not know, and that frankly scared me a little, seemed like a great idea.

They did…


When a cover version gets my love

Over the past weekend, music correspondent and PR guy Eric Alper posed a question on Twitter that got me thinking:


But eat them, I must

Is it cool to talk about Vocal here on Medium? I don’t want to make a faux pas, but I just really want to talk about Vocal for a minute. I did a quick search and see a few stories talking about Vocal and the authors are still active, so it must be okay.

To be honest, this story is less about Vocal and more about me. Me and my sour, crabby, pucker-inducing grapes.

You see, I joined Vocal with a free account a few months back, but I balked at their high monthly fee (thank you for keeping it…


“I have to go,” he says, sitting up unexpectedly in my bed.

“What?” I ask, both startled and insecure. He is way out of my league and I am still so inexperienced. I’ve never had a boyfriend and he certainly isn’t that. Not yet.

“Can you smell it?” he asks.

I sniff the air and can only smell the scent of my clean sheets and his Polo cologne. “Smell what?”

“The dew. It’s that time of the night. I have to go cut hay.”

“At 2:30 in the morning?”

Pulling on his boots and sliding his battered gray Stetson onto…


And the benefit of a small adjustment

When we said “I do” it was the best day of our lives. We took a modest honeymoon, yeah okay it was just a weekend backpacking trip, and then came home to our too small and much too dingy rental apartment.

It took us five years to both save and borrow enough money to buy our own house. The real estate listing called it a “cottage with old world charm.” In truth it was a very small two bedroom that needed a lot of work. It was in a decent neighborhood and just barely within our price range.

All the…


And the value of brilliant dialogue

Iconic moment from the opening credits of Ted Lasso, Photo: Apple TV+

It’s hardly a hot take to say I’m watching the hit Apple+ show Ted Lasso. It’s even less of a hot take to say that I really like it. (Though apparently still liking the show in Season 2 is cheugy)

There is just something special about this show that centers on an American football coach recruited to be the manager of an English premier league football (i.e. soccer) team, despite having no experience with the non-American kind of football.

The show brings the best of both English and American sitcom culture into one place. Aspects such as the English cultural…


Keeping an Eye Out

The sun, it hurts. It’s drumming into my skull and when I partially open my eyes, I realize that I am not in my bed. I am on the couch and this is not optimal.

I think back but thinking hurts, too. I try to remember. We had a party last night. Me and my five roommates and two large kegs. If we had a party and I’m waking up on the couch, that means I made the substantial error of getting blackout drunk. The unwritten rule is you have to mess with the guy who can’t hold his liquor.


Apparently the #1 “most hated” state

As a native New Mexican, there are two books about my home state that I love very much. One is Red Sky at Morning by Richard Bradford and the other is The Milagro Beanfield War by John Nichols.

In The Milagro Beanfield War, there is a perfect scene where a PhD student from New York shows up in a very small northern New Mexican town. He is a fish out of water and this old lady, someone’s abuela, hides behind a low wall and throws small pebbles at him nonstop with pinpoint accuracy. Plink. Plink!

I love that scene. You…


Another Northern California Late Summer Orange Sun

This morning I did something that I do not understand but I am grateful for anyway.

Background: I am not a morning person. At all. Ever. Not my whole life.

“Oh, your tune will change when you get older!” Nope, nada, nein. I am hardly alive until 9:30am, sometimes as late as 10:00am in the morning.

But this morning my body decided not sleeping was going to be the way. This has started to happen more often than I’d like, and I was up very early. Right in that hour when the dark gives way to light.

Feeling rested, I…


The Value of a Good Mentor

In the above photo, on the left the Associate Dean of the College of Business at New Mexico State University peruses a course catalog while an eager student looks on. The year is 1992.

That’s me. I am that eager student.

This photo was included in a recent mailer from my alma mater sent to alumni to convince them to include donations to the University in their will.

I only vaguely remember when the photo was taken and boy did I have to plumb the depths of my brain to recall that day.

But I am delighted to see the…

Karen Fayeth

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