Oregon v. Huberty
In around 1998, I represented a retired airman named Don Huberty in People v. State of Oregon v. Huberty against a charge of Second Degree Trespass in probably the longest trespass trial in Josephine County history: three days. It took so long because Don’s defense against his refusal to leave the County offices was because he was exercising […]
by Charles Carreon
July 17, 2015
If you’re reading this, the American Buddha Online Library is down, and you are one of the thousands of people today who are wondering where it went. Its disappearance is in large part my fault. I incorporated the American Buddha nonprofit corporation and served as ABOL’s lawyer for fifteen years, and helped it keep […]
by Charles Carreon
04/26/15
Ron was not happy. Not happy at all. He was staring at the hole in his dashboard, and he just could not believe it. The windows weren’t broken, the doors were still locked the way he’d left them before he started his shift. It was broad daylight. Out loud he breathed the words, “Where’s my fucking stereo?” […]
By Charles Carreon
March 22, 2015
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In my experience, a lawyer is often the first person to believe in the unpopular individual. I do not mean that only lawyers take up the cause of the unpopular, or that all lawyers do it. Quite the contrary – non-lawyers champion the weak and oppressed as a daily matter, and the majority […]
Another View on Whether Susan Blackmore’s Sermon on the Way of Robotic Consciousness Was Worth Spending A Beautiful Morning Indoors With A Band of Aging Atheists One Day in Late April in Tucson, Arizona, 2014
by Charles Carreon
May 3, 2014
Sunday With the Atheists
Last weekend, Sunday morning, in search of fun atheists, Tara and I went to the Free Thought Arizona […]
by Charles Carreon
April 25, 2014
I don’t know who Steve Jobs really was, because he is so wrapped in myth and lore and legend that his true identity is as undiscoverable as my own, hidden beneath a mass of casual obloquy. I have no desire to concretize my view of him at all, because he was who he was, and […]
by Charles Carreon
October 6, 2013
I got to Haight Ashbury in 1968. The Summer of Love was 1967. I couldn’t help it. I rushed. I was only twelve when I ran away, but run I did, to where the sign flashing “LSD” could be seen, irrigating the brains of a new generation that had no need of footwear. The LSD […]
