If you’re ever awake at 4 o’clock in the morning – and I am almost every morning – do yourself a favor and tune into KCBS Channel 2 a few minutes before 4 a.m. and give a listen to an amazing, 12-year-old songstress, Reina Ozby, perform an ear-shattering version of...
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Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott — The Ants Go Marching
Nothing is more irritating to me than ants invading my kitchen pantry and getting into my Honey Smacks and Frosted Flakes. Although, the song “Who Let The Dogs Out” comes pretty close, as does “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go.” It happens like clockwork following a...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott — Starman
Well, we made it through Jamboree Days and the Fourth of July fireworks extravaganza without burning down the mountain. (Actually, it was the fifth of July fireworks extravaganza.) The parade and all the festivities were fun, as was the picnic in the San Moritz Meadow...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott — The Long and Winding Road
Hello, it’s me – Sorry I missed you guys last week, it’s all my fault and I’m sorry if I ruffled your tailfeathers, but I’m back in circulation now. Hello, it’s me, I’ve thought about us for a long, long time. Maybe I think too much, but something’s wrong. There’s...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott — Something In the Air
Well, I guess I don’t have to tell you that the world has gone to hell in a handbasket. It’s true, folks, we’ve got Israelites and Iranians clobbering each other with rockets and missiles and other folks demonstrating and rioting in the streets of L.A. and other...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott — Heat Wave
I guess I don’t have to tell you it was hotter than a witch’s broomstick last week. But, let’s face it, it’s always hot this time of the year, and people always complain about the weather, especially me. But then people complain when it’s cold. Some folks, especially...




