2019: Crime, punishment and a pursuit
2019 was an eventful year for Healdsburg’s police force.
Chanukah celebration
CHAG SAMEACH — The Sonoma County Chabad Jewish Center hosted a menorah lighting in Healdsburg on Sunday night, Dec. 29. The lighting marked the last night of Hannukah. Rabbi Mendel Wolvovsky (left) led candle-holding attendees in Hannukah prayer as he lit Chabad’s large, traveling menorah.
Thank you Healdsburg residents who support our schools.
Last week, TV personality and Healdsburg resident Ross McGowan
Dias de Los Muertos in Healdsburg
The City of Healdsburg held their annual Dias de Los Muertos celebration Sunday, Oct. 28 in the Plaza.
Two items on organic waste reduction at Sebastopol City Council
Of the eight items to come before the Sebastopol City Council at their regular Nov. 16 meeting, two regard compliance with state organic waste reduction laws (SB 1383). The other six include developing objective design guidelines, pension liability refinancing and a redesign of the city website. The meeting begins at 6 p.m. and the full meeting agenda can be found here.
Reach for Home opens Healdsburg’s first navigation center
Reach for Home staff, Healdsburg city council members and city staff celebrated the opening of Reach for Home’s new navigation center at the Victory studio apartments with a ribbon cutting ceremony at the site on Thursday, Oct. 28.
Healdsburg Hunts for New Football Coach, Principal
Healdsburg High School is once again searching for a new football coach, following an off-season disagreement between Randy Parmeter and the school’s athletic director, Joshua Cavanagh.
Great and good, or traitor?
The July 5th edition of the San Francisco Chronicle featured a remembrance of the 75th anniversary of the first Herb Caen column to appear in that paper. I started reading Herb Caen’s columns when I was a senior at Napa High School (Class of ‘62). My parents subscribed to the Napa Register so, for reasons I can’t recall, I began to read Caen’s Chronicle columns in the Napa High library. I’d leave home in whichever of my dad’s vehicles was available, often the ‘56 Chevy pickup which I still drive, arriving at the high school in time to walk through the main entrance, avoid stepping on the tile school emblem on the floor just inside the door, say hi to friends gathered around the senior heater, a radiator at which for some unknown reason a group of senior boys congregated, and then I’d head to the library for my daily dose of Herb Caen before heading off to my first period class.












