Marlene Hall, the previous owner of the Sea Gull Restaurant, once told me that God protects drunkards, fools, and babies. Or, maybe it was my friend Judy Johnson. Actually, I think they’ve both used the phrase in my presence. A little googling revealed that a similar phrase, my title for this essay, was probably used by Otto von Bismarck. For those of you who don’t know Bismarck, he was the original author of Obamacare. It was probably also Bismarck who said “laws are like sausages: it’s better not to see them being made”. He may have said neither of these things, but his name is widely associated with them.

Bismarck was a political genius. He created the first welfare state in the modern world including universal healthcare with the goal of gaining working class support that might otherwise go to his socialist enemies.

Both quotes are being played out in real time today. With all the angst, fear, anger and revolt going on after the U.S. presidential election, it’s good to remember that the odds are high that life will go on. None other than the Teddy Bear of investors, Warren Buffett (a staunch Hillary Clinton supporter), made this point recently in an interview on Yahoo Finance and CNN.

The media and professional pollsters have egg on their faces. The coastal elites are like deer caught in the headlights. After my stint in the restaurant business, I became a financial advisor, and I got this question all the time: “If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich?” Well, any person with basic common sense knows that smart and rich don’t go together, not always anyway. Just look around. And maybe, just maybe, getting rich isn’t the purpose of life despite Deng Xiaoping’s famous dictum “to get rich is glorious” which apparently he never actually said. The experts are often wrong but that doesn’t mean we should throw out the baby with the bathwater. (That is another German expression associated with Bismarck.)

Margaret Christl in the 80s

Margaret Christl in the 80s

There is a tale from the Sea Gull that demonstrates how wrong the experts can be. Music in the Sea Gull Cellar Bar varied between rock & roll, jazz, Celtic, folk, country, and even classical. One night I had scheduled a wonderful Canadian singer to perform, Margaret Christl. She sang songs from an album that I still have and play on occasion. The lyrics from one of those songs, Aragon Mill, could easily have been written during the recent election. Aragon Mill was written by Si Kahn in the 70s.

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Roy Hoggard artist

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Roy Hoggard artist


Margaret Christl today still going strong

Margaret Christl today still going strong


Aragon Mill

(music and lyrics by Si Kahn)


At the east end of town, at the foot

of the hill

Stands a chimney so tall that says

Aragon Mill

But there’s no smoke at all coming out

of the stack

For the mill has shut down and it ain’t

coming back


And the only tune I hear

Is the sound of the wind

As it blows through the town

Weave and spin

Weave and spin


Now I’m too old to work and I’m too

young to die

And there’s no place to go for my old

man and I

And the children have gone from the

narrow empty streets

Now the looms have shut down, it’s so

quiet I can’t sleep


Now the mill has shut down, it’s the

only life I know

Tell me where will I go, tell me where

will I go


Maggie Christl’s version is not available on youtube but there is a version by Si Kahn who wrote and first performed the song AT THIS LINK.


Just as Maggie Christl was hitting her stride and winning over the audience, four locals whom I’d never seen in the Cellar Bar before staggered loudly in through the swinging doors. Conservative Mendocino oldtimers, they were like fish out of water. Eddie Matthews and Ken Shrode, both from Mendocino, and King Oakie with a friend whose name escapes me came into the bar clearly inebriated and ready to party. (If you know this story and the name of the fourth man in the group, put it in a comment and I’ll give you a FREE life’s subscription to Think in the Morning.)

I don’t recall the bartender’s name that night (another FREE subscription opportunity), but I could immediately see he was horrified when the four sat at the bar and began to laugh and joke raucously, ignoring the music and everyone around them. Poor Maggie Christl and those trying to listen to her music were flustered and began turning their heads toward the bar and making threatening hisses and shhhs.

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Sandra Lindstrom artist

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Sandra Lindstrom artist

There was no way I could just sit and watch. Something had to be done. I walked up to the four men at the bar and greeted them with a genuine “Hi guys, what brings you to the Cellar Bar?”

Before they could answer I suggested we move to a table near the swinging doors away from the music stage so we could talk “quietly” among ourselves. They were happy to agree especially when I told the bartender, who was reluctant to serve them in their condition, to comp their drinks.  That seemed to calm them down a bit.

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Bob Avery artist

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Bob Avery artist

This was their story. They had all gone out to the Mendocino Hotel for drinks to celebrate Eddie’s bad news. It seems Eddie had been to the doctor and that he was diagnosed with cancer and given only 6 months to live. They all decided to get drunk. While at the Hotel, the bartender grew impatient with them, probably for the same reason that I was nervous when I saw them come in. They were, well, LOUD. When the bartender told them he wouldn’t serve them anymore and that he would call the cops if they didn’t leave, it only egged them on.

[See THIS to understand how these things can turn out]

They bantered back and forth with the bartender (“a young whipper snapper still wet behind the ears”) until the young man lost his patience and actually called the cops. As you might expect, this didn’t phase the Four Musketeers in the least. The bartender, knowing that the sheriff was always slow to respond and fearing for his life, served them another drink hoping to settle them down. They finished their drinks, paid, and walked out. “Let’s get out of here, its too damn boring. Let’s go over to the Sea Gull for another drink.”

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Dasher artist

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Dasher artist

As they were walking down Main Street toward Lansing, the sheriff pulled around the corner. They flagged him down. Of course, they all knew each other well.

“Hi Sheriff.”

“What’s up guys? You celebrating something?”

“Yea. Eddie found out he’s only got a few months to live.”

“Oh Gosh, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry to hear that. I wish you the best, Eddie. Maybe your doctor got it wrong.”

“No, I don’t think so. I’ve got the big “C” you know. Terminal. No way around it.”

“Well, that’s awful, just awful. Look, I’d like to talk for awhile but I’ve got to go on down to the Hotel. There’s some loud drunks in there that won’t leave. I got to restore the peace if you know what I mean.”

“Well, thanks for stopping sheriff. Good luck with those drunks.”

The sheriff proceeded to the Hotel and the group, laughing loudly, walked on to the Sea Gull.

After they related that story, the guys finished their drinks and decided it was best to leave. I dodged a bullet on that one. Soon the bar was back to normal and Maggie Christl was singing her songs and everyone was happy again.

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Roy Hoggard artist

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Roy Hoggard artist

Mothers, Daughters, Wives

(music and lyrics by Judy Small)


The first time it was fathers, the last

time it was sons

And in between your husbands marched

away with drums and guns

And you never stopped to question, you

just went on with your lives

‘Cause all they taught you who to be was

mothers, daughters, wives


And you can only just remember the tears

your mothers shed

As they sat and read the papers through

the lists and lists of dead

And the gold frames held the photographs

that mothers held each night

And the door frames held the shocked and

silent strangers from the fight


It was twenty-one years later with children

of your own

And the trumpets sounded once again and

the soldier boys were gone

And you drove their trucks and made their

guns and tended to their wounds

And at night you’d kiss the photographs

and pray for safe returns

And when it was over you had to

learn again

To be just wives and mothers when you’d

done the work of men

So you worked to help the needy and you

never trod on toes

And the photos on the piano struck a

happy family pose


Now your daughters have grown to

women and your little boys to men

And you prayed that you were dreaming

when the call-up came again

But you bravely smiled and held your tears

as you sadly waved goodbye

And the photos on the mantlepieces

always made you cry

And now you’re getting older and in

time the photos fade

And in widowhood you sit back and

reflect on the parade

Of the passing of your memories, as your

daughters change our lives

Seeing more to our existence than just

mothers, daughters, wives


Oh, I almost forgot to mention, Eddie lived another twenty-five years. Yep, the Doc was wrong. Sometimes even the experts make mistakes.

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Jack Haye artist

Sea Gull Cellar Bar Napkin Art, Jack Haye artist