Back in the day, when I was a young sprout growing up in the OC, I got a chance to be in the second grade Christmas musical at Tustin Elementary School. Since I couldn’t sing, my teacher, Mrs. Crabtree, let me play the triangle (a metal triangle that you beat with a...
Uncle Mott
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Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: On the Road Again
Caltrans, in the interest of public safety, decided about 15 years ago to close forever the dirt segment of State Highway 173 between Lake Arrowhead and Hesperia. Having driven this road several times in the past, it’s easy to see why they would want to close this...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: November Rain
Wudaya know, here it is November and do ya know what’s weird? I mean, besides Al Yankovic. What’s really weird is these last two weeks. First, it’s Edison’s dang (scuse me fer cussin’ Mom) power outages. Then, they sez yes and then they sez no. Then, before ya know...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: Camelot
It’s hard to believe 62 years have passed since the November 22, 1963, assassination of President John F. Kennedy. I remember it like it was just yesterday…I must be getting old. The announcement of the shooting in Dallas came over the school’s PA system while I was...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: Time
Well, I woke up the other morning, only to discover it was an hour earlier than I expected. Yes, it’s the old “fall back” time of the year again, the ushering-in of Standard Time. Seems like it comes sooner now than before. It’s alright, though, it’s only Sunday and...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: The Boys Of Summer
Hey, how about those Boys of Summer, and I’m not talkin’ bout those so-called Blue Jays, if you know what I mean, and what I mean is we’ve got enough dang blue jays around these parts to last a lifetime. Those Jay birds have a lot of nerve, using spit in the middle of...




