Cordova Chronicles: ‘Go, Dog. Go!’
Nov. 9, a Cordova driver was seen driving donuts in a parking lot. But, as Dick Shellhorn observes, such vehicular antics aren't limited to humans.
Cordova Chronicles: A seine web Christmas tree
Santa's Elves aren't the only ones hard at work this Christmas season, writes Dick Shellhorn.
Cordova Chronicles: Stories came up as the walls came down
The first building in Cordova was a saloon, observes Dick Shellhorn. Now, one of its more famous is gone forever.
Cordova Chronicles: For whom the bell tolls
The CoHo's bar bell remains one of its most significant artifacts, writes Dick Shellhorn.
Cordova Chronicles: Just walkin’ in the rain
“An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day,” wrote Henry David Thoreau. Dick Shellhorn agrees.
Cordova Chronicles: Cruising down the Columbia River
Dick Shellhorn recounts a trip down the Columbia River in the wake of famed 19th-century explorers Lewis and Clark.
Cordova Chronicles: It’s a mad, mad world
Though Mad Magazine is shutting down, the world is still full of mad antics, such as a plan for a $10 billion border wall that can be cut through with a $100 reciprocating saw, Dick Shellhorn writes.
Cordova Chronicles: A pair of glaciers in full retreat
Union Army Generals Phil Sheridan and William Sherman were known for their aggressive tactics during the Civil War and retreat never seemed to enter their minds. They emerged as leaders in battles that eventually ended that bloody and tragic conflict. Ironically, two glaciers near Cordova that are named in their honor are now retreating — in a pace that is startling and historic.
Cordova Chronicles: The legacy of a 60-year-old boat
Wandering about today’s Cordova boat harbor, one would be hard pressed to find a wooden craft, writes Dick Shellhorn. Yet tied at the end of Float B in the North harbor is a craft that appears to be fiberglass but in fact was originally wood, a vestige of a different era and style of fishing.
Cordova Chronicles: A sport that defies explanation
Duck hunting is a sport that defies explanation, writes Dick Shellhorn — but perhaps that's its greatest charm.
