Alfred Hugo Ceraulo aka “Owl”: Well Known Host on ‘Thank Jah It’s Friday!’
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Alfred Hugo Ceraulo
Alfred Hugo Ceraulo, affectionately known to many of us as “Owl,” died on April 3, 2026, peacefully, at home with his wife, Ligaya. He is survived by his beloved wife of 12 years, Ligaya B. Ceraulo, his stepsons, Bob Howard, and Jason Kether Peterson; his sister, Marie Zere, nephews David and Michael, and many other relatives and dear friends. He was preceded in death by his parents, Marie (Mary) and Henry Ceraulo, his brother, Paul Ceraulo, and his good friend and collaborator in theatre, radio, and writing, Jacob Shafer.
He was born on April 25, 1945, and began his life in Queens, New York, before the family moved to Massapequa Park, Long Island, New York. Born the baby of the family, his sister, Marie, says Owl was the favorite child, always cute and mischievous, and often posed with an Irish cap, set on his curls just crooked enough to make a statement. She said he was always a talented artist, and won a scholarship to art school, before dropping out. He went to work in the art department of an ad agency in New York City, but eventually set off for the west coast in 1970, in a truck painted with flowers…which surprised none of his family!
His love of debating politics, drawing, and playing baseball were all passed down through members of his family. Marie remembered that even when he “made her crazy” debating politics with her, he had a knack for resolving it with love and humor. She said no one could stay mad at him. Owl’s love of baseball started with his father. Marie said their father was invited to try out for the Dodgers, but a foot injury kept him from playing for them. Their family were all Yankee fans, and Owl proudly wore his Yankees cap around Humboldt County. He was also an active player in the SoHum Hippie Softball League, and was proud to be a “Buzzard.”
He moved from New York to Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco, but wanted to buy a piece of land, so he, and his partner at the time, drove north in his Nash Rambler “and rambled through the northern part of the state, in search of a place that felt like home.” He was part of the Wheeler Ranch Community, before finally settling on SoHum, where he was 1 of 10 land partners in the community they named “Hokahey.” He said he could hear his heart pounding as they walked on the land, knowing it was the right place. It was here that Owl started another career: writing screenplays, and theatrical plays, which he knew he could do from anywhere. His long-time friend, fellow Hokahey land partner, and theatrical collaborator, Joani Rose, remembers Owl saying he sang doo-wop on street corners as a kid, and that there were often doo-wop songs in his plays, reflecting his love of that music. As an active and happy member of the back to the land and early “grow it in the sun” movements, Owl had lots of material for his writing. One of his proudest memories was outfoxing CAMP….at least for a while… He remembered seeing a CAMP helicopter loaded with a bag of cut cannabis plants flying overhead as he was driving home one day, feeling sorry for the owner…and then finding out it had been his crop!
He wrote compelling screenplays that caught Hollywood’s attention, and in 1978, founded the Pure Schmint Players, a talented SoHum theatrical troupe that put on several all-original plays, many of which cleverly skewered politics, the local industry, and hippie life. A documentary of some of his work has been produced, and he had writing credits on “Ganjasaurus Rex,” the cult classic, as well as “1987,” “Aries Moon” and “Stealing Us Blind.” He also did stand-up comedy with his friend, Paul Bassis. He continued writing, directing and acting until just a few years ago, entertaining generations of Humboldt folks for more than 40 years. He mentored countless people, young and old, in acting, writing and directing.
Hulu recently interviewed Owl and others for their upcoming cannabis-focused anthology documentary series titled “4×20: Quick Hits,” which will include “The Legend of Ganjasaurus Rex.” It is produced by Jimmy Kimmel’s Kimmelot Productions, and will premier on 4/20, appropriately!
Owl also created, with Paul Bassis, and later Fred in the Hills, a popular KMUD Community Radio show called “Thank Jah It’s Friday!,” which is now in its 35th year, in spite of his groans at dragging him out of bed to be funny and intelligent at 9 am. He loved the spontaneity of never knowing who would be calling, or on what topic—his favorite opening line to each caller was “Watcha got?” He was the host until a year ago, when his health caused him to step back.
He often said the last 12 years of his life were the happiest, because of his wife, Ligaya.
Owl was a spiritual person, though not a member of any organized religion, and believed our life journeys come from the experiences and challenges our souls feel they need to grow. He was happy with his own journey, and said he would do it all over again.
I loved his curiosity about everything, and his genuine interest in what others thought. Total strangers became his lifelong friends after one conversation. He made me laugh every time I saw him, and he challenged me to think about ideas in different ways. He was a vibrant part of this community for more than 50 years: in sports, theatre, radio, humor, and giving people reasons to connect with each other.
Ligaya thanks everyone who visited, called, texted, and sent good thoughts…Owl enjoyed them all and was his humorous, sharp self throughout. She is also grateful for all of the help from Heart of the Redwoods Hospice. Plans are being made for a memorial, including showings of his hilarious plays. We know there are many people who were important to Owl, and many funny stories to be told, and welcome all of you to include them in the comments, if you wish.
Submitted by Marcia Mendels, with much-appreciated help from Ligaya, Marie Zere, Joanie Rose and Utah Blue.
Owl and Ligaya


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What a wonderful inspiring life. Sounds like a great human being kind, collaborative, and funny.
May he rest in peace🙏🏻
Al’s voice will be long missed. Friday mornings were always fun with him and the gang doing Thank Jah!
Blessings to Al’s family. I’m just so glad we had so many wonderful years with him in our lives.
our wise friend owl is gone
thanks for the great shows over the years
someday soon you and the passionate one will be drinking beer and watching the yankees game in heaven
What makes you think the Passionate One can make it past the Pearly Gate ?
Oh, that’s right, the Orange One thinks he’s Jesus now.
So, he’d have fired St Peter, and replaced him with… maybe Kristi Noem, or another of his toadies.
Who’m am I kiddin’ ?
” Nobody Nose “
RIP. Sincerest condolences to the grieving.
as my partner said just now, Owl was “one of the gems.” love and respect
Thank you, Marcia, for a lovely tribute to someone who was clearly a much-loved human.
Random Memories of Owl Hummingbird
Owl liked to tell the story about how he first met PB when both were hitchhikers in the back of a van near Chelan, Washington where they had gone to pick apples one fall in the mid-seventies. They started talking and discovered they were practically next-door neighbors in Briceland and a long friendship ensued. Decades later PB said the only reason he still did Thank Jah was to hang out with Owl. (When he disappeared to study film in Los Angeles and became “Hollywood Owl” for a few years, he still called into the show regularly.)
Along with PB and others they put on some classic productions over the years such as “Nobody Nose,” a hilarious depiction of the cocaine use running rampant through the community in the early ‘80’s. (The program for “Nobody Nose” was a triangular “bindle” that you unfolded to read the cast members names, within which was some unidentified white powder.) And of course there was “Vibram Soul” with the unforgettable scene of Barry being tossed around in the Redway laundromat washing machine. Owl said the community liked these shows (“Its Not My Ego, Its the Coffee” and many more) because they were about us! How right he was.
I had a few conversations with him over the years at intermissions during the old dances at the Firemen’s Hall where we talked about how we related at the dance, who we danced with, etc, reflected directly on where we were in our lives. (Kind of like the New Years Eve theory.)
Owl was one of those sharp funny guys who could joke and talk about anything. In sports Owl almost always got the better of me. He beat me every time at tennis and playing basketball he had these annoyingly consistent fade-away shots that I could never stop. (I did beat him in golf a couple times. His softball team almost always beat mine except for that big tournament game back in ‘83 when our Lost Coast Whalers knocked his Briceland Buzzards out of the playoffs on one very hot day in September.)
This is a notable loss, a big one has fallen, adios compadre…
Love that picture Paul. Owl Hummingbird was a staple out in Briceland from before Beginning’s School was built! He was generous with his time for all of us kids and organized baseball games and was a big part of the drama scene. Owl was a community builder and he will be missed! Safe travels ✌🏽
And the Poker Nights at Jim Lambchop’s! He always crushed me at Queen Follow the Queen….
A great community treasure: Owl Hummingbird, !Presente!
Roast Owl
So PB invites me to Owl’s 50th birthday party in Eureka, a roast. You gotta be pretty brave to get roasted but Owl probably didn’t have many or any funky skeletons in his closet so he could handle it.
I get to this Victorian and the party’s upstairs in the kitchen. All the usual suspects are there: Colleen, Dominic, Joanie, and a few more,
Colleen starts doing a bit about Owl’s feet, I guess he has these weird toes, he’s barefoot and if they were weird then can you imagine how they are now, thirty years later? I always remember it was 1996, the year Prop 215 passed.
(Then I do my thing which is a roast of PB at Owl’s roast, very funny, right? I get into the mud ball fights, the fire-walking, and other highlights of PB’s colorful life as a Too High at The Too High Ranch, good buddies with The SFP ranch with Studabaker and the gang across a couple of mountain ranges.)
They bring out Owl’s cake and we sing happy birthday. Then Owl starts abusing the cake: he slobbers and sneezes over it and he’s like freaking spitting on it as he blows out the candles. He is just mangling that poor thing and we’re thinking man now we have to eat that defiled pastry ’cause we don’t want to hurt the birthday boy’s feelings, right? And then he puts his crazy feet with the weird toes in it and I start to get it.
They bring out another cake and get rid of the joke cake and I don’t remember if we sang Happy Birthday again or not.
What a crazy party…
Great memoriam… Owl will be dearly missed, but I for one am glad his physical suffering is over. What an incredible spirit!
I had the rare luck of acting in one of his plays and performing songs he wrote, I believe with Marsha Mendels, who is continuing Owl’s legacy on Thank Jah to this day.
“Every action you take
Every thought you conceive
Affects the whole universe in a grand way
Like a rippling lake
everything will believe
Affects the whole universe in a grand way
Everything is made up of vibration
Each and every microscopic dot
Everyone of us takes part in this creation
Whether we know it or not
Every time we forgive
Our actions resound
Affecting the whole universe in a grand way
Everything that goes out
Comes back around
Affecting the whole universe in a grand way…”
Adios Owl, from a fellow Buzzard, 1980’s
I met Owl in the Haight in 1969 when I got a room in the same apartment on Oak Street. In the spring of 1970 we acquired a used van and headed out for Alaska. Our first stop was at Wheelers Ranch in Sonoma county. The van broke down and our trip north became much slower. A place near Laytonville where a group of us decided to find our own land. A chance meeting at the Garberville dump led us to Bob McKee and the purchase of 100 acres in Briceland. Thus began the “long strange trip” of Hokahey.
Pure Schmint theater grew out of our nights around the fire singing songs and telling stories to entertain ourselves. Owl could always make us laugh and we decided to put together a theater group. “Beauty and the Beast” at Fireman’s Hall. “Small Patches” as a live cartoon at the movie theater and then our big musical production “ Vibram Soul”. Group efforts with Owl being a major contributor. This led to many more “theater of place” plays that Owl wrote with various people and then his attempt at a screenwriting career.
Over fifty years of enduring friendship. He leaves a hole in the fabric of SoHum hippie culture. I’m glad that there are new voices to carry on with “Thank Jah” and that he will not be forgotten.
Thank you for those memories, and for adding to the picture of his life and adventures in SoHum!