Where can you hear a your neighbor’s heavy metal show one minute, a different neighbor’s current affairs talk show a minute later, only to find something a couple hours later that you didn’t even know you wanted but is now your favorite thing in the world? 

On community radio, of course!

Recently, Neroli Devaney, the brains behind Humboldt Hot Air — a community radio station in Arcata — joined KSLG DJ Rhi Marie to talk about the glories and headaches of running a low-power FM station, about what makes community radio different than other forms of media, and about the continuing work she and her colleagues are doing to make KHHA an ever-truer “voice of the community.”

People in the Humboldt Bay area can find Humboldt Hot Air at 94.7 on the FM dial, and the station streams online at humboldthotair.org.

Transcript and audio below.

My one claim to fame growing up in Eureka was the title of Humboldt County’s Miss Dog Tag. Other girls, dressed in one-piece swim suits and high heels, told of their dreams of a better world as they competed for the title of Miss Humboldt County, a preliminary to the Miss California Contest, which could even lead to the National Miss America Pageant with Bert Parks as master of ceremonies.

But not I.

For three summers, from 1951 through 1953, my title was Miss Dog Tag of Humboldt County. How did I come to claim such a title?

In 1951, after four years of marriage, I was divorced and on my own. To my relief, my mother insisted I move in with her. We agreed that I would pay her fifty dollars a month for room and board. I was earning $300 a month in my new position teaching upper grades at Rolph Elementary School in Fairhaven. Since I had more college credits than the primary grade teacher, I was paid an additional five dollars a month to be principal of the school. This job involved making out attendance records for the county each month, ordering school supplies, putting them away in the school storeroom, and taking inventory of supplies at the beginning and end of each school year. I loved my teaching position at Rolph School and felt that it was my school. Janice Lansing taught the primary grades the first year I was there, Winnie Hill the next, and Glenna Davis the following two years.

Although there was a workmen’s ferry from the docks in Eureka to Mutual Plywood, a mill adjacent to the Rolph School, there was no bridge across the bay from Eureka to Samoa and Fairhaven in the 1950s. I had to drive all the way around the bay to get to school. World War II had not been over long in 1951. Factories were still gearing up to civilian needs. I worried that any car that had survived four years of wartime use, plus nearly six years post-war use, would not be reliable, so I put a down payment on a new 1951 baby blue Ford sedan. My car payments were $90 a month. At that time, beginning teachers in Humboldt County schools were paid only for the months that school was in session. This left me with no income for the three summer months.

I doubled the car payments so I would not lose my car during the summer. By the time I made double car payments, paid my mother for room and board, bought gas that ran $20 a month, paid my dentist $10 a month, and shopped for necessary things like shampoo, I had five dollars a month left to do with as I pleased. Even if I saved every spare dollar, it would not be enough to tide me over the summer. I needed a summer job.

An opportunity for temporary work turned up in the County Clerk’s office at the court house. Fred J. Moore, Jr., the County Clerk, offered to stop by my mother’s house at 1521 Sixth Street in Eureka, and interview me. Fred was a brother of Franny Moore, tbe football coach at Arcata High School, and also a brother of Herb Moore, an Arcata physician who, during one rainy winter while I attended Humboldt State College, had removed my infected tonsils for a fee of fifty dollars. Fred Moore was a medium-sized man with sandy- colored hair. He sat on my mother’s flowered chintz-covered sofa while she served coftee in her best Haviland china cups. After chatting awhile. Fred J. Moore offered me the job of selling dog licenses during the summer at the legal minimum wage of fifty cents an hour.

The old courthouse took up one city block and stood like a wedding cake frosted in pale yellow butter-cream icing, surrounded by lawns, shrubs, trees, and paths. Broad staircases rose from Fourth and Fifth Streets to the second fioor, where the county offices were located. The old courthouse looked to me like a courthouse should look, with a clock tower that served as a landmark, even if it did not always tell the correct time.

Each morning, I climbed the broad Fifth Street staircase of the old courthouse. Tall, double doors opened into a high-ceilinged hallway. The County Clerk’s office was the ñrst one on the left and took up one quarter of the second floor. The tall door to this office was wrapped with grooved, milled, straight-vertical-grain redwood molding, stained and varnished dark hrown, as were all the other windows and doors in the court house. Emma Cox Alcala was the County Recorder, with an office across the hall on the east side of the building. Judges’ chambers, courtrooms and court reporter offices were on the third floor.

Inside the County Clerk’s office, a forty-inch-high railing ran from the door to the counter, a distance of about ten feet, with a small gate near the counter. My little desk stood just in front of this gate inside the railing. A small sign sitting on top of the railing to one side of my desk announced “DOG LICENSES.” On the back of this sign, someone had written my name and “Miss Dog Tag 1951.” I sat at my desk facing the door, and the first things people saw when they walked into the County Clerk’s offices were the dog license sign and my smile.

Filing cabinets reached from floor to ceiling on the west wall between the tall windows of the County Clerk’s office. Clerks had to use a ladder that ran along a railing to reach the higher file drawers. Heavy wooden desks stood behind the counter the length of the room. Fred’s desk was centered between the windows. situated so that he could see everyone who came in or out of the office, but he rarely sat still at this desk. He was always busy.

Gigantic legal ledgers, so huge I don’t know if I could have picked them up, were stored under the counter. Beulah Wahlund, who became my good friend while I worked there, is a petite person, but she was able to handle these mighty ledgers, in which the entries were hand-written, and to help people with legal matters. Beulah said the heavy ledgers stored under the counter on rollers instead of shelves, which made it easier to slide them in and out out.

Others in the County Clerk’s Office at that time were Merlyn Allen, Barbara Anderson, Helen Tierney, Rose Vossberg and Elizabeth Griffin. Sam Glenn and Dorothea Martell were courtroom clerks who spent some of their time in the County Clerk’s office and the rest of their time in the courtrooms. Court was very formal in those days, and Sam and Dorothea always wore suits when they had to appear in court, although Dorothea might take her jacket off when she came back into the County Clerk’s office.

Two judges sat in the Humboldt County Court House during this period: Delos A. Mace and Carl L. Christiansen, Jr. There were only two female attorneys in Humboldt County then: Grace Dempster in Fortuna and Elizabeth Morrison in Eureka. A very colorful attorney, Blaine McGowan, wore western suits, cowboy boots and a Stetson hat; but ofcourse he did not wear the hat in court. Former Senator Irwin T. Quinn, Collis Mahon (Fortuna), George Corbett, Chester Monette, Jeremiah R. Scott, Sr., Arthur W Hill. rested Francis B. Mathews, and many others were attorneys in the 1950s. Beulah Wahlund remembers Jeremiah Scott, Sr. as a wonderful old gentleman who sometimes had a story to tell the clerks. He always started out with: “When I was a dashing young lieutenant…” She did not remember any of his stories, but did remember his resounding voice that could be heard in the second floor hallway when he was trying a case in one of the courtrooms on the third floor.

Fred J. Moore was a brilliant man who had a virtual “kingdom” in that he ran all the areas connected with the County Clerk’s office from this one room in the courthouse. Marriage licenses were issued, passport applications accepted, naturalization papers processed for new citizens, and dog licenses issued. Fictitious Names Statements and Articles of Incorporation were also filed in the County Clerk’s office. In addition, Fred was in charge of the election department. He had several extra telephones installed on election days, and the County Clerk employees worked through the evening and night receiving calls from precincts as they tallied the results. Reporters from local newspapers and for KIEM radio hustled in and out, keeping tabs on the election.

The County Clerk’s office maintained all the court records and prepared the court calendars for civil, prohate, criminal, juvenile courts, and for adoptions. Fred used a color- coded system for files: blue for civil cases, brown for probate, green for juvenile, yellow for criminal and red for adoptions. Adoptions were closed files. Fred J. Moore also served as ex officio clerk to the Humboldt County Board of Supervisors. Fred told his staff, “The record must speak for itself.” If someone made a mistake, they could not change the record or date of filing, but they could correct it if a document should have been filed at an earlier date by using the term nunc pro tune—”now for then.” Beulah remembers that when she first went to work at the County Clerk’s otfice, Fred scolded her day for straightening his desk. Although it looked to her like his desk needed to be organized, he knew exactly where everything was in clutter, and did not appreciate anyone moving things around.

My job at the County Clerk’s office began as soon as school closed in June, but requests for dog tags merely trickled in until the deadline of July I approached. I spent most of my first days helping recount ballots for an election, the results of which had been questioned. Two women had been hired to do this work. Fred asked me to help them at their table when there were no dog tags to issue. As a schoolteacher, used to checking papers every day after school or in the evening when I got home, I had learned to be swift and accurate. Right away, I earned a one 25-cent-an-hour raise. I also unwittingly earned the animosity of these women. After a few days I realized the that because I worked so much faster than they did, I made their job last a shorter length of time. Although I was helping to get the work done, the amount of money they were able to earn decreased. I felt relieved wben the county deadline of July 1 for dog tags grew closer, and I became busy at my own tittle desk near the door.

This page from the 1946 Registry of Dogs, a large leather-bound ledger on file at the Historical Society, indicates some of the popular pet names of the era. The Snoopy on line two is not a namesake of the famous quadruped, who did not appear until 1950. Click to enlarge.

We were allowed a fifteen-minute break every morning and afternoon, and an hour for lunch. Our lunchroom was a narrow back room that ran the width of the main room and had one tall window. This storage room contained a coffee pot, some chairs, our lunches and snacks, as well as shelves of office supplies reaching to the ceiling, accessed by a ladder running on an overhead track. Beulah and I brought bits of embroidery to work on while we sat by the light of the tall, narrow window and talked during our fifteen- minute breaks.

The summer of 1953 was my last summer as Miss Dog Tag. The following winter, the 1954 earthquake bit just after twelve oclock noon on December 21. Most of the staff had gone to lunch, but Beulah was standing at the counter with Fred Moore. Sam Merryman, a county supervisor, was leaving the office and had gotten as far as the door that had a glass transom over it. As Sam stood in the doorway, Beulah expected the glass to fall out of the transom onto him. She tried to move around the counter, to warn him, but with each step the floor came up to her foot, so she just hung on to the counter. Luckily, the glass transom did not fall. Behind Beulah, the metal file drawers full of heavy files were moving in and out. Above her head, suspended by bars, the fluorescent ceiling lights swayed crazily, scattering plaster over everything. She expected the lights to fall on her, but they stayed suspended, hanging in a lopsided fashion. Beulah, a young newlywed, feared that she was going down in a heap of rubble and that her husband, Tom, would never know what had happened to her.

That earthquake proved that the building was unsafe. It would have been very costly, and maybe impossible, to shore it up to meet new earthquake codes. It was a shame to have to tear down the old court house after seventy years (its cornerstone was laid on July 4, 1884), even though it was altogether too small for the needs of Humboldt County in the mid-twentieth century. The County Clerk’s office had to be temporarily moved to the Veterans Memorial Building. Later, many of the records were transferred to the Recorder’s office. The Post Office now takes passport applications, and the County Agricultural Department handles dog licenses and animal control. (The city of Eureka has its own dog license department.)

I will always have fond memories of the three summers when I “reigned” as Miss Dog Tag of Humboldt County. To have been able to work in the historical Victorian courthouse with the dedicated people of the County Clerk’s office was a special time for me. In addition, I found a lifetime friend in Beulah Wahlund. Although we have not been able to stay in close contact, for I moved away from Humboldt County, we have kept in touch through Christmas cards all this time—fifty-seven years. I could not have written this account of working at the old court house selling dog licenses without her help.

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The story above is from the Winter 2008 issue of the Humboldt Historian, a journal of the Humboldt County Historical Society. It is reprinted here with permission. The Humboldt County Historical Society is a nonprofit organization devoted to archiving, preserving and sharing Humboldt County’s rich history. You can become a member and receive a year’s worth of new issues of The Humboldt Historian at this link.

Born December 27, 1964, to Norman and Jean Satterlee of Fort Seward, Kim entered the world during the historic 1964 Humboldt County flood. From the beginning, she made her presence known — and made her older sister, Tami Satterlee-Boughner, the proud big sister she had always dreamed of being.

Kim was raised on her family’s beef cattle ranch in Fort Seward, where she attended Casterlin Elementary School and made lifelong friends. In 1974, the family spent a year in Talkeetna, Alaska, where Kim attended 5th grade. That year became one of her most treasured memories — filled with dogsledding adventures, moose chases on the way to the bus stop, and snow cave escapades with her sister and cousins. She fondly shared these stories throughout her life.

Returning to California, Kim completed 6th grade at Redway Elementary and went on to graduate from South Fork High School in 1983. She served as class president, was a passionate volleyball player, and kept stats for the varsity football team. After high school, she attended Santa Rosa Junior College alongside her cousin, Lisa Maher.

Kim’s entrepreneurial spirit led her to open her first business, Just Kids, a children’s boutique in Old Town Eureka. It was her pride and joy, known for its charming fashion shows that often featured her nephew and little cousins. Later, she opened Body Quest, a health and tanning salon that reflected her love for helping others and promoting well-being.

In 1989, Kim married Larry Wyatt. They welcomed their first child, Brett Norman John Wyatt, on March 31, 1992. He was the light of her life. Three years later, on November 18, 1994, she gave birth to twin daughters, Courtney Jean Wyatt and Whitney Tami Wyatt, whom she adored just as deeply.

The family settled in Carlotta in the mid-1990s, where Kim became a teacher’s aide at Cuddeback Elementary to be closely involved in her children’s education. As her kids moved on to high school, Kim began working as a court clerk at the Humboldt County Courthouse, where she formed deep bonds with her work “family.” She took great pride in dressing up each day and showcasing her flair for style.

In 2015, Kim married Timothy Hackett, and in him, she found her soulmate. Together, they shared a deep and joyful love, enjoying adventures like hunting, fishing, camping, skydiving, and traveling — especially to Mexico. Their life was full of laughter, ease, and a shared zest for making the most of every moment. Kim also had a deep love for sports, especially her beloved Golden State Warriors.

Among Kim’s many great accomplishments, her most cherished was becoming a grandmother. Her grandson, Charlie Jean Wyatt-Stewart — her daughter Whitney’s son — was born in 2018. Kim was overjoyed to be a grandma and treasured every moment with Charlie. Playing outside with him, snuggling and watching movies, and going on trips to the zoo were among her happiest memories.

Kim had a special love for animals — each one held a unique place in her heart. She especially enjoyed caring for her chickens, looking forward every day to letting them roam freely around the property, watching them scratch the earth and forage for food. She found joy in collecting their eggs and loved sharing them with family and friends.

For as long as she could remember, Kim had dreamed of having a “weenie dog.” That dream finally came true in May 2024 when Bob, a sweet, dappled dachshund, came into her life — a little bundle of joy she had always hoped for. Alongside Bob and her beloved black lab, Mylee, Kim’s deep love for animals was a beautiful part of who she was.

Kim was preceded in death by her beloved mother, Jean Satterlee.

She is lovingly remembered by her husband, Tim Hackett; her son, Brett Wyatt (Steffanee Anderson); her daughters, Courtney Wyatt (Zach Zerlang) and Whitney Wyatt (Dominic Santino); and her beloved grandson, Charlie Wyatt-Stewart. She is also survived by her father, Norman Satterlee; her sister, Tami Satterlee-Boughner (Bret Boughner); her nephew, Matthew Boughner (Derek Baca); her father-in-law, George Hackett, and mother-in-law, Barbra Hackett; her stepson, Colton Hackett (Brittany Hoalton); and many cherished aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins, and dear friends.

The family extends their heartfelt gratitude to Hospice of Humboldt — especially Karen and Bridgette — as well as Nancy and Betsy, Kim’s private caregivers, who supported her and honored her final wishes with grace and compassion.

Kim passed away peacefully at home on May 17, 2025, surrounded by her family and pets, just as she wished. She faced an 18-month battle with pancreatic cancer with extraordinary strength, never giving up. Her spirit, love, and courage will forever live on.

A celebration of life will be held at Hydesville Community Church on July 12 at 11 a.m. Immediately following the service, a reception will be held in Kim’s honor at the Carlotta Grange. In celebration of Kim’s love for vibrant fashion, the family kindly encourages attendees to wear leopard print, purple, or other bold, colorful attire.

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The obituary above was submitted on behalf of Kim Satterlee-Hackett’s loved ones. The Lost Coast Outpost runs obituaries of Humboldt County residents at no charge. See guidelines here. Email news@lostcoastoutpost.com.

Jeffery William Davis passed away March 2025. Jeff was born on June 25,1951 in Eureka, to William and Betty Lou Davis, where he grew up with his sister and 2 brothers. Jeff attended Marshall Elementary, Eureka Junior High and graduated from Eureka High in 1969. Jeff played little league and the trombone in high school. Betty introduced Jeff to golfing at an early age. You could always find him at the Eureka Municipal Golf course with his white German Shepard, Duchess. As Jeff golfed, Duchess would scour the bushes and retrieve the hooked and shanked balls by other golfers, giving Jeff plenty of balls to play with. Jeff continued to play golf throughout his life till his back no longer allowed it.

During the summers he loved going to “the cabin” in Willow Creek, playing golf in the morning with his brother in laws and friends. Then coming home and snorkeling up and down the Trinity River with his shoes inside his fins. In his later years he enjoyed his annual boys golf week in southern Oregon or over in the valley. Everybody always remembers Jeff’s footwork as he was teeing off or hitting the ball. The stance was never quite right, and he would not hit the ball until it was!!

Another favorite thing Jeff loved to do was drive fast and playing the music loud while singing along.

Jeff had many good friends from high school and college. They gave themselves the name of the Wednesday Night Gang. Every Wednesday night they would get together, party and partake in many mischievous things. This produced lifelong friendships that helped shape them for the future.

Jeff worked at the GP sawmill while putting himself through College of Redwoods and then Humboldt State, graduating in 1974 with a degree in Speech Therapy. As most young people, he didn’t use his degree right away. He tried his hand at construction, picture framing, warehouse manager and a brakeman for the Northwestern Pacific Railroad. During this time, Jeff married and welcomed two children into the world, Joshua and Sarah.

Jeff met Harry Carlson while working at Arcata Redwood. They became great friends and Harry taught Jeff how to build cabinets and furniture resulting in his love of woodworking. Jeff helped build his next 2 homes, doing all the trim and cabinets himself as well as some of the construction. He did beautiful work and was very proud of the homes.

Jeff went back to college and earned his master’s degree in Speech Therapy and began working with elderly stroke patients at the convalescent hospitals. He found he liked working with the adults much better than with kids and had found his calling. He was very personable and good at what he did, all the patients loved him.

Eventually Jeff went back and earned his administrative credential which led to his management of the Pacific and Granda Convalescent Hospitals. He and a partner then bought the Crescent City Convalescent Hospital which he ran until his retirement in 2017

After his retirement Jeff needed a kidney transplant and found that his stepson was a match. Joey never hesitated when considering giving Jeff the gift of life. Joey loved him as if he was his dad and was glad to do so. Joey died tragically in a car accident August 2024.

Jeff was preceded in death by his parents William and Betty Lou Davis, his stepson Joey Villareal and his niece, Melissa Carroll Comer. Jeff leaves his children Joshua Davis and Sarah Davis-Hall (Greg); his grandchildren Anya, Taylor and Wyatt; his sister Denise Davis- Carroll, (Warren); brothers Michael Davis (Annette) and Martin Davis (Jan). He is also survived by numerous nieces and nephews and great nieces and nephews.

There will be a celebration of life for Jeff at his daughter’s house , 1858 O Street, Eureka, CA on June 7, 2025 from 1 to 4.

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• Arcata Man Arrested on Suspicion of Sexually Assaulting Two Children, Sheriff’s Office Says

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Press release from the District Attorney’s Office:

Today, Humboldt County Superior Court Judge John T. Feeney sentenced Lucas Russell, 23, of Arcata, to 50 years in state prison for sexually abusing three children under the age of 10.

The sentence follows Russell’s guilty plea in March to four felony charges, including forcible rape of a child under 14, continuous sexual abuse of a child, and lewd and lascivious acts upon a child.

In 2023, a 9-year-old victim (Jane Doe 2) disclosed to her mother that she had been sexually assaulted by Russell, a family acquaintance who occasionally served as a caregiver for another child (Jane Doe 1). A subsequent investigation by the Humboldt County Sheriff’s Office revealed that Russell had blindfolded and sexually assaulted both girls in a chicken coop on a rural property in Blue Lake. The investigation also uncovered that Jane Doe 1 had been subjected to ongoing abuse over a period of time.

A third victim, unrelated to Doe 1 and 2, later came forward and reported being sexually abused by Russell—her step-uncle—when she was 8 years old and also living in Blue Lake.

During the investigation, it was known that Russell has a documented learning disability. His recorded confession included admissions of sexual assault involving both Jane Doe 1 and Jane Doe 2. Investigators carefully conducted the interview to avoid any suggestive or coercive tactics, ensuring that the process was fair and thorough.

Before entering his guilty plea, Russell was evaluated by a defense-retained expert, Dr. Kevin Kelly, a licensed psychologist. His attorney, Andrea Sullivan, also consulted an expert on false confessions in preparation for trial. After reviewing the results of these evaluations, Russell chose to admit guilt and enter into a plea agreement, thereby avoiding a trial and the likely imposition of a life sentence.

“This was a deeply disturbing case involving calculated and repeated abuse of vulnerable children,” said District Attorney Stacey Eads. “We are grateful to the brave survivors and their families, and to the law enforcement and advocacy teams who helped bring this predator to justice.”

The case was prosecuted by Senior Deputy District Attorney Whitney Timm, with assistance from District Attorney Investigator Ryan Hill, Victim Witness Advocate Keosha Chamber, and advocates from the North Coast Rape Crisis Team.

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Nation’s Finest Veterans Services has a little something extra to celebrate this Memorial Day – a brand new mural honoring local veterans. 

The star-spangled vision, dreamed up by Ben “The Mural Man” Goulart, features spray-painted, cubist renditions of servicemen — and even a military working dog — from each branch of the U.S. military, set against a billowing American Flag. The new mural is tucked just inside the entrance to the Eureka branch of Nation’s Finest, a nonprofit service organization that offers support to veterans experiencing homelessness or housing instability.

“We wanted to create something to honor our veterans … and I know the military folks really appreciate having some representation,” Goulart told the Outpost as local artists Chris Dmise and Scott Robertson carefully filled in details of the mural. “The veterans absolutely love it. Unfortunately, they don’t always get treated with the respect they deserve, so we’re hoping to brighten this up [for them].”

The project came about three months ago after Chris Nelson, the assistant site director at Nation’s Finest, asked Goulart if he’d be interested in creating a mural to celebrate local veterans. Goulart, who comes from a “semi-military family,” jumped at the opportunity and secured grant funding to bring the mural to life. 

“We didn’t plan on the big reveal to be Memorial Day,” he said. “But once it got closer to that time, we pushed the time frame to get done before Memorial Day so we could  kind of give [the veterans] a little present as well.”

When the mural is finished, the black stars will be partially covered by white stars to create a floating effect. “We’re kind of pushing the boundaries and having the actual stars slowly dispersing outward, kind of representing how the military are superstars out there, you know?” Goulart explained. “I think it’s important to have something that relates to people, not just color to uplift and to brighten, but to have a point and story behind it. We’ve worked with the veterans to get the colors and the correct order of establishment right, while still keeping a bright flavor.”

The Eureka branch of Nation’s Finest, one block east of the North Coast Co-op on Fourth Street, hosts a 29-bed transitional housing facility where veterans “of all eras” can access counseling, legal assistance, health care, mental and behavioral health services, case management and employment services. 

“We also provide rapid rehousing and homeless prevention services, including temporary financial assistance through a program called Supportive Services for Veterans and Their Families,” Nelson said. “We help folks in our programs and those in need get into housing through security deposits, rental assistance … and we can also help people pay back rent and help with utility bills. Anything that might deem them at risk of homelessness.”

The organization’s big goal for 2025 was to improve its downtown facilities and conditions for veterans. The new mural fits right into that plan.

“When we walk around our facility, we have art on the walls and whatnot, but we wanted to make something that stood out to people coming in for our services,” Nelson said. “Having something at the walkway to honor veterans and to provide some sort of comfort and color really creates a more welcoming environment. I’ve seen [Goulart’s] art everywhere, and working with him has been a delight. He really took our veterans’ input seriously, and now we have a piece of art we’re proud of.”

Painting is expected to wrap up in the next day or so, just in time for Memorial Day. 

Keep scrolling for more in-progress shots of the mural at Nation’s Finest. And, if you’re the mural-loving type, you’ll want to keep an eye on the new mural going up at the up-and-coming ramen bar slated for the old Cafe Nooner location in Old Town. 

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• Ten Years In, Redwood Coast PACE is Providing Humboldt Seniors ‘The Model of Care That Everyone Should Have’

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Press release from Redwood Coast PACE:

Redwood Coast PACE (Program of All-inclusive Care for the Elderly), a program of the Humboldt Resource Center, has opened its new location in Arcata at 3798 Janes Road, on the Mad River Community Hospital campus.

The Arcata center – along with the PACE centers in Eureka and Fortuna – offers a full range of medical, social, and supportive services designed to meet the unique needs of local seniors who have complex medical needs and their families. Services include primary medical care, nursing, social work, rehabilitation therapies, transportation, nutritional support, and social activities – all coordinated by an experienced team dedicated to person-centered care.

The program’s expansion reflects Redwood Coast PACE’s continued commitment to supporting older adults in Humboldt County with high-quality, comprehensive care that helps them live safely and independently in their own homes.

“We are thrilled to open our doors in Arcata and expand access to this vital program,” said Barbara LaHaie, director of Redwood Coast PACE. “The PACE model of care empowers older adults to continue living in the communities they love while receiving the care they need. This new location allows us to better serve participants in northern Humboldt County. We warmly invite community groups, organizations, and individuals to join us and the Arcata Chamber for a ribbon-cutting ceremony on Friday, June 6th at 1:00 p.m. at our new location.”

The PACE care model is nationally recognized for helping seniors age in place while reducing hospitalizations and long-term care admissions. Eligible individuals must be 55 or older, live within the program’s service area, and meet nursing home level of care requirements, but prefer to live at home.

Enrollment is now open at the new Arcata location. Those interested in learning more about Redwood Coast PACE services, eligibility, or touring the new center can call (707) 443-9747 or visit www.humsenior.org.