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1 month ago | bohemian.com | Daedalus Howell

The Best of the North Bay’s unsung service industryThe service industry is the backbone of the North Bay. It’s the quiet force that keeps our economy humming, our homes intact, our cars running, and—let’s be honest—our sanity somewhat preserved. While other sectors get the glitz and glam, it’s the service professionals who prevent us from careening into full-blown chaos.

1 month ago | bohemian.com | Daedalus Howell

Local adoption servicesAs Isabella Rossellini once observed, “Adoption carries the added dimension of connection not only to your own tribe but beyond, widening the scope of what constitutes love, ties and family. It is the larger embrace.”And she’s right—family isn’t just about who you’re related to, but who you welcome in. In Sonoma and Napa counties, adoption services are helping redefine what family means, one embrace at a time.

1 month ago | bohemian.com | Daedalus Howell

Deep Roots Hydroponics, Sonoma CountyDeep Roots Hydroponics knows a thing or two about cultivating cannabis (readers voted them Best Hydroponic Supply Store for Sonoma County, after all), but they’ve also mastered the art of cultivating curiosity. Case in point: the woman with the chlorophyll-chic hairdo, beaming her Mona Lisa-meets-Sonoma Coma smile from their billboards and social media profiles (@deeprootshydro).

1 month ago | bohemian.com | Daedalus Howell

Radio Thrift, Santa RosaRemember when stealing music was a big deal? Remember Lars Ulrich crying like a big Danish baby because he was losing a few pennies and couldn’t buy another Basquiat? Well, don’t worry, because now we pay a massive tech company to steal the music for us, and they get to collect all our data in the process. Much better. Problem solved. Maybe the guilt of using a predatory service with a CEO who calls music “content” has finally become too much.

1 month ago | bohemian.com | Daedalus Howell

Pretty much any Wine Country-themed festivalWe were somewhere around Napa, on the edge of the vineyard, when the weed began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “I feel so f*cking high; maybe we should call an Uber.”And suddenly there was a terrible vibe all around us, and the streets were full of what looked like straight-laced tourists and wine moms, all swooping and screeching and diving around us—oh God, I think they know I’m stoned.