The closer the date came, the harder they were to miss. Signs and wonders. The natural order upended. These were the signs that the End Times were near:
Laughing over the general plan and enjoying Old Town, Rex Bohn and Mark Lovelace shared an eerily blossoming friendship.
At Humboldt State University, administrators took a voluntary, 50 percent pay cut, dedicating the savings to hiring more professors and installing zip-lines to the top of Founders Hall.
McKinley grew a second thumb.
A flight from SFO arrived on time.
The Arcata City Council approved special economic incentives to replace Tomo Japanese Restaurant with a Hooters.
Activist agitator “Verbena” issued a press release saying, “Actually, some cops aren’t so bad.”
The forecast went frighteningly fogless.
That smell really was a skunk.
Acknowledging it’s tough to survive on minimum wage, Walmart began negotiating with labor unions.
A freight train rolled into Eureka.
Ferndale High School received an NAACP Image Award.
All at once, county residents decided they were tired of reggae and the Grateful Dead.
Ravens helped snowy plovers feed their little hatchlings.
Back-to-the-landers lined up at the planning department to get building permits.
A snow-white narwhal came into Humboldt Bay and hung around near the F Street dock, allowing locals to try to toss doughnuts onto its horn.