Ken Kesey, the man himself, loomed large during my Eugene years – an elder prankster, still generating a buzz and mild mischief around almost every worthwhile corner. To me, he seemed nearly as venerable, nearly as emblematic of the town’s gestalt and vibe, as the very university buildings that he ambled past – a man just as steeped in his place as the place was steeped in him. Read More
Featured Writer — Margaret Hammitt-McDonald
I'm a naturopathic physician, licensed acupuncturist, writer, parent, and instructor at Clatsop Community College and National College of Natural Medicine. I enjoy hiking, backpacking, puttering around in my Chaos Theory garden, dragonboating, performing at the Coaster Theatre, and randomly speaking in a Cockney accent.