Steve Cotler

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Subway Cave

Some 20,000 years ago, a volcanic eruption sent gouts of lava into what is now Northern California’s Hat Creek Valley. This molten rock, like any liquid, flowed downhill, gravity pulling it into the lowest channels. These rivers moved slowly, the sides and top cooling as they touched ground and air. A hardened skin slowly formed [...]

Boiling Springs Lake

My son once opined that explorers should always travel with a ship’s poet, the better to name the newly discovered. Great Pond. Black Mountain. Rio Grande. No poet named those. *     *     *     *     * Planning a road trip into the Rockies had dragged my map mouse across several northern California highways unknown to me. [...]

Craft vs. Creativity

“With the coming of the Industrial Revolution, craftsmanship dissolved miserably into creativity.” In his shop beside the flour mill, the cooper spoke flatly and firmly, with no correction possible. It was Colonial Williamsburg, and my daughter Emily and I were breaking our cross-country drive with a hot summer’s day walk into 18th-century Virginia.

A Teenager Selling Shoes

Marty Stein and Benny Silverstein operated shoe stores in Oxnard, my California childhood’s small town. Marty’s store (Kirby’s Shoes) was on A Street’s east side, right next to my father’s men’s & boys’ clothing store. Benny’s store (GallenKamp’s Shoes) was directly across the street. Marty carried a marginally higher-priced line, but in a town that [...]

Shoe Polish and History…Repeating

A guest post by my oldest child, Emily. *     *     *     *     * I had this memory of my father. I was very young, and he was shining shoes. I well-remembered the smell, and the mess, and how careful he was with the polish in the little tubs. Everything was kept in a shoebox, and [...]

A Bully Story

Every once in a while I come across a blog post that deserves wider reading. Hollye Dexter wrote one today. I reprint it unchanged below. The original is here. *     *     *     *     * When I started the seventh grade all the other kids seemed to tower over me in the halls. The girls had [...]

Clarence Darrow and Hawaii’s Massie Affair

A letter I wrote to The New Yorker about Hawaii’s infamous Massie Affair, a sordid episode in American race relations, was printed in the June 27, 2011, issue and is at the bottom of this page. I wrote the letter because: (a) I had recently read three thought-provoking books about racism in America during the [...]

No Sunglasses, No Service

I know a woman (she shall remain nameless) who loses her sunglasses repeatedly. A retired attorney, she is neither careless nor insouciant. It just happens. And each time her cheaters go AWOL, she reacts with dismay and a bit of self-directed anger. Then, after a mourning period shortened imperatively by the next glary day, her [...]

Cheesie Mack Is Cool in a Duel

It’s official. The title of the second book in the series will be Cheesie Mack Is Cool in a Duel. It gets released June 2012.

A Return to Kamala School

I was in Southern California all last week hopping from bookstores to schools in an exhausting and exhilarating schedule of 22 Cheesie Mack book events and two Pobba concerts. All were fun and rewarding, but one visit, a spur-of-the-moment trip back in time, stood out. In September 1952, Oxnard’s Kamala School (K-6) opened to students. [...]