Ronnie Wilhelm was a local’s local. Born in this small town, he was a fisherman, hunter, carpenter and lover. Ronnie was always smiling, always made people feel good. He partied hard and famously. He had tons of friends and people who loved him dearly. A few weeks ago Ronnie died of a brain tumor. He spent his last days surrounded by friends. This bench is just outside Ronnie’s house, with a view of the ocean and San Francisco across the bay. it was chain-sawed out of a downed cypress tree by one of Ronnie’s friends (who wishes to remain anonymous). Scenes from Ronnie’s life are inset on the right side — hunting, fishing, a jumping salmon—carved out of walnut. Last time I went by, on my way down to the beach, about a dozen of Ronnie’s friends were there with a bottle of whiskey, visiting and looking out to sea.
The Ronnie Wilhelm memorial bench
By Lloyd Kahn
on September 9, 2009