Paul Clegg

When I venture into the downtown arena world, I feel as though I’ve entered the twilight zone, an eerie place where logic is turned on its head. Consider this editorial headline in Monday’s Sacramento Bee: “Why the rush to judgment … Continue reading →

You would think the era of self-indulgence would have vanished with the collapse of the high-tech bubble and the housing market.  You would think that anyone who had lived through two of the worst economic collapses in decades would have … Continue reading →

It’s 4:30 a.m. and I’m wondering where to put the rose bushes.  There are six of them, planted two years ago. They have to be moved to make way for the pool equipment, which is to be relocated from its … Continue reading →

In this tale of two cities, there are two privatized parking deals: a terrible one in Chicago  and a lousy one in Indianapolis. Despite these examples of pioneering financial folly,  Sacramento arena proponents are recklessly driving the city toward a … Continue reading →

Here’s  a sure sign that promoters are trying to push you off a financial cliff: they tell you things that make no sense. Sacramento city officials, hell-bent to give away $9 million a year in parking revenue to fund a … Continue reading →

Here are a few items from the world of the struggling Sacramento Kings that, if you put them together, paint a demoralizing picture: ■ The average price of a Sacramento Kings ticket is $48.17, more than double the ticket price … Continue reading →

A chimney looms over the back patio. My shoulders and arms are stiff this morning, but my spirits are high. That’s what knocking down a brick chimney will do for you, a chimney that has irritated me for years. Perhaps … Continue reading →

A lawyer friend of mine who is usually well-informed about Sacramento political and governmental issues asked me this question the other night: What’s going on with the arena parking plan?  Evidently, he hadn’t been reading my blog religiously or  Field of … Continue reading →

  Smallmouth bass caught in 1935 by A.A. Clegg. I had no luck again with the steelhead yesterday, and that was all right. At 66, I just like being out on the river for a few hours. I’ll never feel … Continue reading →

In the strident, contentious world of sports commentary, the death of Joe Paterno on Sunday has evoked a remarkable display of tolerance. The gist is this: Paterno was a man of great accomplishments but he had weaknesses like any human being, … Continue reading →