Kevin Courtney is the Napa Valley Register's city reporter. His Napa Journal column appears every Sunday. Kevin can be reached at 256-2217 or kcourtney@napanews.com.
November 1st, 2009
My autumn of living dangerouslyAs I write this, I have the sniffles. Mild sniffles, no sneezes, no fever, but you gotta wonder. Is this it? My swine flu moment?
October 25th, 2009
And the winner is...I was one of five “celebrity” chili judges at Browns Valley Elementary School’s Hoedown Showdown at the Connolly Ranch last weekend.
October 18th, 2009
Nutting upSquirrels and I are simpatico. Sensing the sudden onset of winter, we both nut up.
October 11th, 2009
Cats and squirrels do itI have never wanted super powers. Let others strive to bend steel and fly like a bird. My dreams have been of the here and now. Real powers for real men.
October 4th, 2009
The taxi is waitingIt’s a sunny weekend morning. I’m in a St. Helena coffee house, deep into the Sunday paper. I’m unraveling the life of a hard-living writer who was younger than me when he died.
September 27th, 2009
Into the gardenThis is a frenzied time of year. Trucks heaped with grapes barrel down the highway, coworkers lug garden surplus into the office for sharing.
September 20th, 2009
The times in which we liveThe human life span is not enormous, but it’s long enough for society to reinvent itself in dramatic ways.
September 14th, 2009
Brooklyn's siren songCheryl has a daughter in Brooklyn. Now I have a daughter in Brooklyn. What gives?
September 13th, 2009
Brooklyn's siren songCheryl has a daughter in Brooklyn. Now I have a daughter in Brooklyn. What gives?
September 6th, 2009
The doctor is inLacking cable, satellite and antenna connections, I don’t watch TV. Does this make me morally superior? Probably.
August 30th, 2009
Woodstock revisitedI’ve been traveling back in time to Max Yasgur’s farm and the Woodstock music festival.
August 23rd, 2009
My summer harvestMy skin may be leathery and worn out, but it has never been more fertile. I’m capable of producing bumper crops of skin cancers undreamt of in my youth.
August 17th, 2009
Mom, electrifiedLast weekend’s Napa City Nights at Veterans Memorial Park was another of those kid-in-the-limelight moments that parents live for.
August 16th, 2009
Mom, electrifiedLast weekend’s Napa City Nights at Veterans Memorial Park was another of those kid-in-the-limelight moments that parents live for.
August 9th, 2009
The sweet lifeLooking at me, a lanky, cerebral-seeming fellow, you might suppose I have all my human appetites in check. There walks an anti-hedonist, you might say.
August 2nd, 2009
Cancer walkaboutAs a living, breathing cancer survivor of one year, I was qualified to walk the first lap — the survivors’ lap — of the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life fundraiser.
My friends and II launched myself on Facebook six months ago. What a wise decision that was. I now have more friends than at any time in my life — 48 to be exact.
July 12th, 2009
Bombs bursting in airFor Napa’s Fourth of July, I considered going downtown to party with my neighbors, but a higher duty called. I speak of bingo.
July 4th, 2009
The Last Kevin CourtneyNews flash: America is in the midst of a grandchildren explosion. I know because my age peers are beginning to have them.
June 28th, 2009
Bubbles of troublesI was taking my evening shower when a most bizarre happening caught my eye through the glass stall wall.
June 21st, 2009
The glory of fatherhoodTo tell you the truth, if it hadn’t been suggested that I write a Father’s Day column, I’d probably be giving this tribute day scant attention.
The year I broke the bankA year ago last Friday, I was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Formerly blasé about my health care, I suddenly became one of the neediest guys on the planet.
Call your motherCheryl didn’t want much for Mother’s Day. Skip the gifts and fancy meal. A simple “I love you” from her three progeny would be quite enough.