In attempting to write a column in regards to the homeless ordinances that have been passed – and its subsequent backlash, I realized that even written with kid's gloves – made of angels' wings and butterfly kisses – someone is going to be unhappy with it. So I'm just going to take the gloves off, and say some of the things nobody apparently wants to hear.
I went to the Raiders game over the weekend with a couple of old friends, Steven Strawser (U.S. Army veteran) and Jess Grande (U.S. Marines veteran). The Marines celebrated their 239th Birthday on Monday and Veterans' Day was Tuesday.
It is 5:47 a.m. on a Thursday morning, and I am on Day 5 of a heated argument. Not with a girlfriend – I've learned long ago to cut my losses short in that department. Not with a member of my large Portuguese Catholic family – I've watched the show Game of Thrones and choose to keep my head. But with a group of people I hardly know and in a place that doesn't matter.
Let the candy grab begin. Kids will spend the night filling bags. Adults will spend the next week sneaking into those bags – and don't for a second act like you won't.
You would think after a life spent on a farm, I would have developed an affinity for all types of livestock.
Tuesday night saw the 15th Annual MAMA Awards come and go. The Modesto Area Music Awards are the 209's version of the Grammy's with all the pomp and circumstance to boot.
On Oct. 25, inside the St. Anthony's gym, a memorial alumni basketball game honoring the memory of Maureen "Moe" Iorio will take place.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Manteca to a T columnist Chris Teicheira is stuck on a tractor somewhere, so he commissioned Jacob Lile, a Golden West and East Union graduate, to guest write this week's column.
I recently did a little bird-watching in Manteca. Not at Caswell Park or some country field, but right in the middle of town. The Chevron at the corner of Yosemite and Spreckels is my preferred watching habitat. It was 6 a.m. and the coffee lineup was full. That's when I spotted one. "Lots of bad stuff in the paper lately. Manteca sure isn't how it used to be."
I was watching football with friends recently when an old high school buddy's 7-year-old daughter let me know "I'm the fastest in my class - .even the boys!" I thought aloud, "Must be fun never getting caught at Tag." To which she responded, "We don't get to play Tag anymore." Talk about sucking the air out of the room. I should've just stayed focused on the Raiders taking another beating but I needed resolution, so I asked her why?
Looking at my mother you'd never guess she has a 35-year-old son. She does – but my brother Richie has nothing to do with me turning 42.
September has arrived, and for farmers across the San Joaquin Valley that means one thing – harvest time.
It seems that everywhere you turned this summer, somebody was filming part of a movie right here in Manteca. Whether occupying a local gymnasium, hospital or grocery store, Manteca was a destination spot for several filmmakers.
There is an immeasurable sense of brotherhood and fellowship that exists between people that have been football teammates. I'm talking about real football – not that game you play at the park with your older brothers, though that is a wonderful way to refine your skills. I'm talking two-a-days, mid-summer heat, sprints for five straight days, and haven't even seen a football on the field yet. Then you finally get your helmet and pads.
I've been preparing to write this football column for nearly three weeks and the only thing that has become clear is that I could legitimately write a column about football every single day for the next 25 years without having to repeat myself.
Sunday is the Super Bowl. That means only one thing for this pigskin lover: The Year of 2015 can officially begin. I don't turn my calendar until sports' version of "The Big One" is complete.
I went to the movies twice this week – and watched the same movie.
Ladies, if you take the time to dress your cat or dog in little costumes, this is why you are single…
Is there anybody under the age of 25 that doesn't have a tattoo? It has become the guy's earring of this era with just one difference – you can't take it out. I know my indifference towards the current trend of arm sleeves and neck tats is a bit short sided, considering the fact that I have tattoos.
It was Christmas time of last year when Jason Campbell and myself kicked around the idea of a "Manteca to a T"-type column. We had no idea if the Bulletin would go for it. That was up to Dennis Wyatt. We had no name for it. That was also Dennis Wyatt's stroke of genius. We had no idea what It should be – or what it could become – and we still don't.
EDITOR'S NOTE: This column features comments from Chris Teicheira's Facebook page. The Bulletin isn't responsible for his friends' broken sentences, poor grammar or general lack of interest in punctuation.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Manteca to a T columnist Chris Teicheira is in Costa Rica. In his absence, he's asked Mark Condit to share his thoughts about growing up in The Family City. Worth noting, Condit has purposely misspelled Mick Founts' name wrong throughout this piece for reasons only he knows.
Does anybody remember the actual moment they found out Santa wasn't real?
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