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The Other San Diego-- Farm Stands Aplenty

The tourist image of San Diego is much different than my San Diego, which is on the wild side of the I-15 freeway. Out here in the agricultural world we still have open space, vast parks, numerous fresh water fishing venues, feed stores, coyotes and other wild things aplenty.

One of my favorite examples of “the other San Diego” is just 15 minutes from my home here in Escondido. Because of its numerous farm stands I’ve come to think of Pala Road east of I-15 as the “produce highway.” Over the last three years, I’ve become a fan of Pala Rey Produce, which is about four miles inland from the junction of Pala Road (Highway 76) and I-15. This small farm stand has the best selection of local produce I’ve ever seen. If local farmers are growing it, the Pala Rey farm stand has it.

But there is one category of fresh food that makes the farm stand at Pala Rey Farm stand out  is its incredible selection of various types of avocado. Although most people know and buy Haas avocados, the Haas is just one of  seven types of avocados grown in San Diego and Riverside Counties. During summer months, the Pala Rey farn stand sells as many as three types of avocados including canon-ball sized “Reeds” and jumbo Haas.

This stand also carries a variety of artisanal honey as well as 10-pound bags of Navel or seedless oranges.

The variety and quality of produce at the Pala Rey Ranch’s farm stand make it a stand out winner in North San Diego County.

But this stand is just one of many farm stands here in San Diego County. There are three other stands on Valley Parkway east of Escondido heading towards the casinos in Valley Center. Like most North San County farm stands, the three stands on Valley Parkway also carry seasonal varieties of avocados, locally grown squashes and melons as well as other types of vegetables.

If you’re hungry and want a quick bite before driving back up I-15 One of San Diego’s secret fast food places--Nessy's-- is also on highway 76, just west of I-15.

Everyone has to try a cheese burger at Nessy’s once in their life. Nessy’s is a treasure, its hand-formed beef patties and attention to grilling help make a burger at this tiny stand something you’ll remember a long time.

San Diego is much more than mysti-flipping spinner and great white sharks breaching in the surf of Carlsbad and Camp Pendleton beaches. It’s also one of the last great bastions of locally grown produce sold directly to consumers at prices that lock out middlemen’s markups. Get off the beaten path and come visit the other San Diego. We’re happy to sell you bags of healthy avocados at prices that are up to 25 percent below those you’d pay at the super market. Eat more California avocados. And if you think an avocado hanging on a branch is calling your name, we’re happy to reach up and pluck it for you.—Jim “Farmer” Forbes from deep behind the avocado curtain on 03/27/2012.

 

 

It's Early Spring and the Halibut are Here on the So Cal Coast-- Time to Spool up And Get a Line Wet

An unusually early spring, plus a sale on good fishing line has left me thinking that it’s time to get my 2012 fishing license, buy new fishing  line, plus other tackle and keen the tips of my stainless steel fishing hooks.

Although San Diego is known for its inshore yellowtail and overnight trips to the tuna grounds, it also supports a decent California halibut sport fishery. And I love catching flatties.

Halibut fishing is one of the most enjoyable things I do out on the coast. It doesn’t take a graduate degree in marine biology to target and catch California halibut. But it helps if you take a little time to understand where, when and why halibut appear.

I begin my yearly quest for flatties by driving up and down the coast. What I’m looking for are sandy beaches with kelp close to shore. My idea of an ideal beach is one where I can cast to within 20 feet of the kelp and count on a sandy bottom.

It’s taken about seven years to assemble what I think is an ideal halibut outfit: the basis of which is a nine-foot, two-piece,  rod with a medium tip, and a medium and a decent size spinning reel loaded with good 8 to 12 pound test monofilament. I make sure that the guides of my rod are clean, which helps me cast farther. Trial and error on the San Diego coast has taught me to always use wire leaders and very sharp hooks.

I use one-ounce pyramid sinkers and tie my wire leaders about one foot above the weight. From sandy beaches, I try to fish at slack water following the morning hide tide, and I use a six-foot sand spike to keep my line out of the surf. One of the shortcomings of fishing here in San Diego is the near absence of live bait such a anchovies in tackle stores. So I’ve learned to be content with frozen ‘chovies. I change bait frequently.

Besides, I think it’s good karma to give my unused bait at the end of the day to the gulls.

There are a couple of under fished halibut spots on the Orange and San Diego County coasts. One of my favorites is sandy beach on the coast in Torrey Pines near the Hilton, and Las Pulgas Beach at Camp Pendleton. Further up the coast, the north end of Crystal Cove State Beach is another productive spot to try your luck.

If you’re Driving Southbound to San Diego on I-5, I have another suggestion; look for lagoons that open to the Pacific then figure out how to get to the sandy beaches near the rail road trestles that span the lagoon openings. There are four such places between San Diego and San Clemente and they are the only spots on the southern coast where I and other fishermen have consistently caught strings of flatties. The thing about inlet fishing is: you want to try to get your gear just beyond the outflow channels and keeping your rig in place may require a heavy sinker.

It’s spring the halibut are inshore, plus they’re hungry, so string up with good line, use wire leaders and keep your hooks sharp. The minimum overall size limit for California halibut is 22 inches and the daily bag limit is five fish (south of Monterey County). A valid CA sport fishing license is required. Tight lines—Jim Forbes on 02/25/2012.

 

 

The Great 2011 Rose Garden Slaughter-- Using Forged Steel to Produce Good Looking Roses

 

When the sun came up on New Year’s Day weekend, my roses were between five and six feet tall. By sunset, I had reduced them to three-foot twigs firmly anchored in the soil of my little mountain here in San Diego County.

While I mostly focus on my organic vegetable I have to confess, I also have a very large rose garden and a lot of cymbidium orchids. I like and only grow hybrid tea roses—mostly because they are easily turned into long stemmed displays that I put on my kitchen counter or in my mother’s room. I spend much more time in my vegetable garden than I do amongst my roses, but  there comes a time every year when you need to reach for your pruning shears, collapsible saw, Elmer’s glue and sturdy gloves and cut the roses back… way back.

In addition to my forged metal pruning tools, I approach my annual rose pruning with knowledge born of reading several books on how to keep my roses healthy and looking good… As well as a life-long interest in California’s missions, virtually all of which have excellent looking rose gardens. The best books I’ve seen on Roses all have been published by Sunset and the most outstanding roses I’ve seen are at the missions in Santa Barbara and San Gabriel, CA. I suppose it also helps that I went to an agricultural and technical college—Cal Poly, Pomona—which has a long history as a float operator in Pasadena’s Annual Tournament of Roses and which maintains extensive rose beds on its campus.

Cutting back rose bushes with as many as ten tight flowers always makes me a little sad. But I get over that feeling by the time the trash receptacle I tug along as I decimate the roses begins to fill. I try not to transition into a Zen-like state as I lope thick branches from my roses, and before long I’ve pruned my first column in the garden, leaving behind short healthy branches that with a little luck, will never produce growth that crosses over itself—and which remains open to many hours of sunlight in the forthcoming growing season. When it comes to pruning, my policy is one of simple wanton ruthlessness.

I’ve been disappointed with a patented pink rose I planted three years ago. So erly tomorrow morning, I’ll pull ten bucks out o my secret savings stash and cruise through a nursery looking for a pink hybrid tea to replace that non-thriving sucker.

Any branch that threatens noncompliance with my idea of what a good looking rose is instantly decapitated and its thorn-ridden branch is unceremoniously tossed into the waste tub. When I prune low enough, or feel my yearly slaughter has gotten out of hand, I yank out the Elmer’s Glue and I seal the cut.

Hey a bottle of Elmer’s is a lot less expensive than some high falutin’ tube of mystery vegetable caulk/sealing agent sold in a high end gardening catalog.

Having slashed my way through the rose garden like a crazed beaver, my five containers of pruned wood are now down on  the street where it will be picked up at daybreak, Friday morning. The fruit trees below my house on the sloping lawn get a reprieve. Anyway, I pruned my two peaches way back last year , after a 200 pound Avalon crop in 2010 resulted in three broken branches.

My beloved golden apricots het hacked tomorrow morning. With a little bit of luck—and a lot of netting-- I’ll hold the birds at bay long enough to get 50 pounds of fruit from my seven trees.

A final note on my roses: I live at the interface of wild lands and mid-sized city. In the nine years I’ve lived here, I’ve watched three wild fires roar through here. If another fire comes close to my house, my chainsaw gets fired up and every rose near my house dies! Roses are extremely flammable. If you’ve ever seen a rose garden explode next to a home you understand why they are extreme fire hazards.

Besides, I can replace every rose in my garden very inexpensively. Replace my home affordably? Not so easy.

Last night, after whacking the roses, I was amuse to see two squirrels looking up at the sky through pruned sticks with a “WTF?” expression on their chubby little faces. Sorry guys, the cover you thought you had from the local hawks and other predators will come back in a few weeks. There’s always the ice plant hedge-- providing the hungry cacomistle (aka a “miners cat” or “ringtail”) isn’t hiding there.—Jim Forbes on 12/30/2011 from behind the avocado curtain in Northern San Diego County.

The Garden May be Dead, But I"m Thinking About 2012 and Plinking Voles

Rolling into December, my garden has died. The tomatoes have been turned into preserved sauce or dried and packed in vacuum sealed bags. There’s about 40 pounds of spuds in dry storage out in my garage. But some vegetables just won’t die. My Brussels sprouts are still out there soaring towards the sky. My asparagus has died back but will crank on again next spring, and my artichokes have survived another year and are ready to be divided in preparation for my 2012 garden.

I’ve become a serious gardener and the end of one season is when I think about what  I’ll plant next year. I had a few surprises in 2011. My potatoes did better than expected, I sent 14 voles to their doom and along the way, I remembered how much I like the taste of home grown celery, sweet carrots and most of all a vegetable my 93-year old mother refers to as “social food”—the humble artichoke.

The one crop I was surprised by this year were Italian heirloom tomatoes—specifically San Marzanos. I grew 24 San Marzano vines this year—and remembered how much I really enjoy the taste of fresh kitchen-processed tomato squeezed out of this small pear-shaped tomto. Flat out, I’ve never eaten a tomato that’s as tasty as a San Marzano.

I’m not going to plant anything but heirloom tomatoes next year. There are a couple of strains that thrive on my hilltop garden and I plan on putting in one row of Boxcar and one mixed row of French Beefsteak and Lebanese heirlooms ( both of which produce giant fruits weighing up to two pounds.) If I have room, I will violate my heirloom-only rule with a pair of cherry tomatoes for my salads.

I have two immense garden plots at my house but only the upper plot seems to be suited for Utah Tall celery. When I first began growing celery two years ago, I thought they would be ready in three to four months, but I was wrong. Celery takes up to six months and requires close attention. But although it’s a simple crunchy version of water, home grown celery is sweet and has little in common with the commercial version soldat  your local supermarket.

My lower garden is where I grow strawberries—which I will begin setting right before Christmas.

I’ve grown strawberries forever.  My favorite is a hybrid Sequoia strain that produces two to three ounce fruit that is incredibly juicy and flavorful. Right now my strawberry vines are in flats and as soon as I till and condition my lower garden, they’ll go into the ground, under straw—which protects them from frost damage.

Now that the gardening season has past, I check the Ph. levels in my gardens, tune up my tiller and dig 22 inch deep holes in my garden in preparation for my first pass with my tiller. But before I begin tilling I throw about two cubic yards of homemade compost on the surface and hit the gardens with a light top coat of calcium or bone meal. Tilling is something I really enjoy. I start by dropping my tiller into one of  the holes an letting it chew its way through the garden. I load my portable music player with about two gigabytes of music and rejoice in flying dirt.

I use only organic supplements and in nine years of gardening,  I’v e learned how to get the most out of my soil and garden without dumping gallons of harsh chemicals into the ground or on young leaves. And, I try to use natural pesticides. Such as lady bugs, Pray Manti, flowers and home grown tobacco (which I’ve found to be an incredible barrier against white flies).

The remaining plants out in my garden may have died back for the winter, but I’m ready to start again. When I do my soil will be rich with trace minerals, as well as organic nitrogen, phosphorous and potassium—everything a young vegetable plant needs to flourish.

The only other problem I have in my garden is a constant war against the common Meadow Mouse (aka voles), burrowing demons that taunt me every year. My solution for voles is straight forward; aimed rifle fire. I have a wonderful scoped Beeman pellet rifle and a lot of patience.

SO many voles, and so few months until I begin planting my 2012 garden.  I do have two tins of new pellets and my rifle is sited in and ready.—Jim Forbes on 11/26/2011.

 

Rescue, CA , and Unleashing My Inner HucK

Whenever I need to recharge my deep discharge batteries, I pack up and load out for my secret retreat near stands of towering California heritage oaks and the fast flowing American River which based o observations yesterday, appears to be laden with shoals of rainbow trout just minutes before he season opener.

My retreat is located in the tiny village of Rescue, California, Not located near anyplace, Rescue has everything I need to get perspective on my life.

Rescue lacks a gas station, a supermarket, convenience stores. It’s a place where you plan and shop for your meals before you make the three-mile trek up from US 50.

I’m chirped awake in Rescue by choruses of nesting birds and the raucous screams of mocking birds trying to imitate the mating calls of chainsaws. Yeah Boy! Rescue makes me smile.

Rescue is a red dirt kind of town. It’s 1300 inhabitants are a mix of retired state, aerospace and electronis workers who fled cities for the rural California dream.

Even television reception is a problematic thing here in Rescue. The local branch of the El Dorado County Library is very busy and the delivery person for the Sacra mento Bee fulfills a lot of subscriptions, rain, shine or infrequent snow.

When I come up here, I stay with my best friend and his family, which includes my Godson, AJ.--- aka “Der Bub.”

Rescue has become an important part of my life. It’s where I go when I need to recharge or expand my horizons. It’s a pace where I laugh, read, and can stretch out my writing style. I come here every time when I really need to see life afresh. After I was legal to drive again after my stroke, the first place I wanted to go was Rescue. And the first thing I did when I got here was fire up “Sparky the Flame Throwing Tractor” and mow four acres of green weeds.

Rescue unleashes my Inner Huck.

When I’m up here I’m in full blown Huck “Put Your Back Into It, Jim” Mode. It doesn’t matter if its cutting weeds, tinkering in the barn, or researching a story I want to write about deja vue all over again California gold prospectors. But the persistent theme of my time up here recently has been to hang out with Der Bub. Laugh amd help him fledge into manhood. AJ starts high school this year, and lately I’ve come to really emjoy my role as a Godfather.

Lunch with AJ at a wing gril in Folsom is very enjoyable. Table top conversations about whether the M14 or the M16 was a better Infantry Rifle are pretty routine, taking Der Bub to a sporting goods store to buy his first athletic supporter following the conversation was something I’ll always remember and smile about.

I have three big chores today; mow my friend’s upper field with Sparky, reduce a five foot tall burn pile to ashes and pump wine into French oak barrels for aging. Let’s see, show my Godson how to safely burn pruned wood-- that’s easy. Mow two acres without causing an conflagration, even easier. Maybe catch a couple of fat trout down at the confluence of Weber Creek and the South Fork of the American?

Be still my damaged heart.

I kind of go off my diet when I’m here. But that’s allowed, Rescue is about enjoyment, and relaxation. And while it doesn’t have a gas station or a convenience store, there a Bell Market six miles away and Huck wants to show his skinny Godson how to make sausage gravy for biscuits and gravy. --Jim Forbes on 4/22/2011.

Hunting The Fearsome Vole-- Garden Battles With the Mighty Meadow Mouse!

My garden is besieged by burrowing rodents and I’m ready to armor up, and break out my trusty single-shot .22. Under cover of nightfall voles wiped out four maturing broccoli plants and three two foot tall caged flowering Roma tomatoes.

I’m willing to let bygones be bygones when it comes to broccoli, but this is the beginning of the 2011 Tomato war. That’s why this morning I’m off to the local gun shop in San Marcos to buy 100 rounds of .22 hollow point CB short ammunition.

Voles are incredibly destructive. They’re sneaky diurnal bastards too. The California Vole gets very big-- up to nine inches long and is also known as a “meadow mouse.” They feed above and below ground. Vole damage is easy to detect. If you’re prize vegetables are taken down at ground level, the perpetrator is most likely a vole, not the most frequently blamed gopher.

Voles are shallow burrowers. If your out inspecting the remains of a gnawed down garden and your heel sinks into the ground, think voles, not gophers. Furthermore, voles build their runs right under the surface, where they can inspect the root balls of your vegetables as they go zipping about their dastardly business.

I have a mental image of a drooling vole scampering along its run, pausing to inspect the base of my broccoli plant in the bright light of his little vole’s camping LED light.

In my ever-escalating war on voles, I’ve tired Type I poisons, dry ice and urinating on the entrances to their burrows. But the most effective method I’ve found for eliminating the bastards is through old fashioned marksmanship. And the adage “two in the head and you know they’re dead!” is absolutely true when it comes to the fearsome meadow mouse.

Now all I have to do is find the queen-alien sized vole nested deep somewhere here at Rancho Bizarro. And, when I find that Mother, I’ll unlimber my .45/70 and turn her into a stuffed trophy. For true! -- Jim Forbes on 04/03/2011.

　

Spooling up for 2011 Halibut Fishing-- Its Spring and the Flatties are Hungry and Horny

 
 

There are few things I like more than halibut fishing and Spring is when halibut here on the Southern California coast  are hungry and horny.
On a good day,Brown flatties  test your skill, and fishing tackle. On a bad day they test your patience and sometimes make you wish you’d taken up golf.My approach to halibut fishing is that of an experienced observational angler.
I cheat: I mark the locations on a map of the southern California coast where I've caught them in the past, and I note weather, water and tides on the map. That map lives in a plastic bag in my smelly tackle box.
Over the last eight years I've managed to routinely get decent legal California Halibut into my boat  and developed an appreciation for making sure I use the right terminal tackle when I’m stalking flatties.
The quickest way for me to reevaluate golf as a substitute hobby for fishing is when: I’m looking at 25 yards of expensive monofilament disappearing into the surf line, get a hit, start smoothly cranking, feel the fish  begin to fight, get it close enough to the shore (to see that it’s a legal sized, 24-inch,fish) and have the line go slack.
Oops. I forgot to use wire leader-- something I do at least once every couple of years.
My love of halibut fishing was fueled early in my youth by seeing 36-inch or larger halibut caught by family members.There are few species here in Southern California that fight like a flatty, or which taste as good.
And there still here, if you know where to fish and don’ forget to use the right bait or lure and always remember to use wire leader as part of your terminal tackle.
One of my favorite places to fish for halibut is aboard Camp Pendleton at Red Beach and Crystal Cove, in Orange County, south of Newport Beach offf the Pacific Coast Highway (“PCH”).
Camp Pendleton’s Las Pulgas (aka “Red”) Beach is under utilized and is a pristine halibut fishery. It’s also one of the prettiest camping areas in California.. It’s inner tidal zone is sandy with just enough structure to make your basic ambush feeding flatty very happy.   
The trick here is to get your bait or lure just beyond or in the surfline. I heave one and half ounce surf lead with four feet of leader connected to a whole shank-hooked anchovy. No bait is available at this  beach , so bring your own. I've had as much success in the last three years throwing a green and white spoon with a number two hook as I have had with bait  Also,  every flatty I’ve caught here or up the coast at Crystal Cove State park, has been on slack water right before an ebb flow in about ten feet of water.
Red beach is part of Camp Pendleton. to reach it take the Las Pulgas Road off ramp off of I-5 between Oceanside and San Clemency , CA) .
For more information on or camping permits for Las Pulgas beach call  the Camp Pendleton Duty Game Warden at (760) 725-3586 NO EARLIER THAN 1730 (5:30 P.M.) THURSDAY prior to a weekend to determine if the beaches are “open” for camping.  The Duty Game Warden is the ONLY individual who has the correct up-to-date information on whether the beach is open or closed.  Military policemen at entrance gates do not have this information.   Bee aware that beach areas may be restricted or closed at anytime due to military training requirements.  Therefore, campers are advised to phone the Duty Warden prior to leaving their residence in order to get the most up-to-date information
Warning; if you’re fishing Red beach in limited visibility and hear what sounds like one or more DC10’a and heavy machinery, reel in quickly and find a place nearby where you’re easily seen. This beach is often used by the Marines to practice amphibious assaults so it’s not uncommon to see giant air cushion or tracked landing craft lumbering ashore here. If you’re asked to leave by members of the Marine Shore Party. do so using the exit paths shown.
 
Crystal Cove crystal cove map-- is where I really learned to enjoy surf fishing as a kid, is my other favorite halibut fishery. you need to bring your own bait.this California state park has everything a growing halibut wants: basic structure, sandy bottom and a surplus of tasty bait; including surf perch. Crystal cove is also the location of my biggest ever California Halibut sighting. While snorkeling just beyond the surf I noticed an irregular shape nestled down on the sand. I suspect the fish was 42 to 48 inches long and at least 45 pounds. i deeply regretted not having a spear with me. Snorkeling any beach where you intend to fish regularly for Halibut is a great idea because it lets you visualize the bottom and examine the fishery.
There are a couple of other great halibut fisheries on the Southern California coast. Highest on my list are Zuma beach in Malibu and the small sandy beaches between Oceanside and Carlsbad.
So don’t wait for the warm summer sun. It’s almost Spring so re-spool your reels with good medium weight monofilament, sharpen your hooks and don’t forget your wire leader and a pair fishing pliers. It’s halibut time on the Southern California coast--Jim ”Gone Fishing” Forbes- on 02/21/2011.

"Buenos Tardes senorita Ringtail, Make Yourself right at home in my Avocado Tree!"

Out in my orchard picking left-behind( aka "shiners") avocados and experienced the sensation of being watched.

Spied a nice plump 3-pound Reed avocado hidden back in a tree, reached in and got hissed at by 46 Ginsu 2000 teeth. "Buenos Tardes, Senorita Ringtail" Go right ahead make a nice den in my tree.
Oh the joys of living amongst wild things.

Off To Best The Elephant-- Loading up for a Field Reporting Trip to Nor Cal and "The Angle"--Reporting a Good Tale-- but no Leaping Lizards or Jumping Frogs Just Yet!

At last, I’ve completed the basic reading list needed to intelligently report the story I’m working on. The important stuff—raw notes, basic questions, clean maps converted from their native yellowed states into crisp PDFs now exist on a 750 GB backup appliance that’s sitting comfortably and safely in my bright red back pack nestled snuggly against my ThinkPad X61 touch screen portable, and the PDF printouts are in the first tabbed section of my “field notebook” which has grown from one inch to one and a half inches in the last ten days. In addition to sparkly black and white PDFs versions of maps,. I also have quarter-section topo maps of the area where I’m pursuing my winter research. Oh and a nice new warm oversize sleeping bag plus a pink Snuggy. Technology aside, the other essentials for this trip include a digital audio recorder, a large thermos and a new bottle of instant coffee, some granola bars and my winter and snow proof insulated jacket, The battery boosted heated socks are a sop to my age and physical condition. The gloves aren’t battery heated so, I’m also carrying a supply of chemical heating packs. I leave for the California Angle (Nevada County and the town of Alleghany) later this week. I‘ll be up there a couple of days, camping most of the time in my just paid-off Kia hamster van. Reporting stories was always the most enjoyable part of my career and I’m anxious to rekindle that spark. So off I go later this week to the Hills Across from Placerville Where the Winds Set my Soul Free—Jim Forbes Off on a Great Adventure 12/05/2010..

In memory of Emmett Boaz, WTJU's Leftover Biscuits DJ, (aka LeftoverDJ)

Emmet Daniel Boaz III, host of a the popular Americana music show “Leftover Biscuits" on radio station WTJU in Charlottesville, VA, has died.

A native Virginian, Boaz lived in Stanardsville and had a Bachelors degree in English Literature from Marshall University and a Masters degree in the same subject from James Madison University. Mr Boaz served in the US Army during the latter phase of the Vietnam War.

Mr. Boaz’s friends described him as an accomplishment marksman and shooting enthusiast adding he relished southern cooking as well as collecting cook books and Americana Blue Grass music records. He also enjoyed the companionship of covered dish suppers at local churches in Central Virginia. His family and friends remember him for his devotion to his American Boxer, “Cassius” and his aged, wandering, tomcat, “Dufus.” He frequently volunteered his services as a gunsmith to the local Central Virginia law enforcement community.

Boaz was a long time member of the AOL online chat room “From the Right” where he was known for his distinctive post “Respect The Constitution” in response to comments advocating legislation or acts that were clearly contrary to this country’s founding documents.

Boaz suffered a fatal heart attack while he was broadcasting on WTJU early on November 6. He was pronounced dead on the scene. He was 63 years old.

Emmett Boaz ia survived by his son Emmet Daniel Boaz IV of Fairbanks, AL, a brother Wilson Ashby Boaz, and a sister Emily Katherine Koehler both also Virginia residents. Another sister, Mariana “Missy” Woodward, M.D. of Fairbanks, AL, died three months ago.

An informal celebration of Emmett Boaz’s life is planned for November 19 at a location to be announced later by his family.

 

In lieu of flowers, the Boaz family has asked that donations be made to the Emmett Boaz Memorial Fund at:WTJU, P.O Box 400811, Charlottesville, VA, 22904.

--Jim Forbes on 11/09/2010.