Hello there again. It's been quite a while since we've met on this page. In fact it was in December, just before I had my last heart attack. Yup, I said heart attack. Boy, I don't like those much. I am getting way too experienced with them. But there is good news that I will share with you shortly.
If there ever was a man who was a true blue East Union fan with Lancer red flowing in his veins it was Maurice "Augie" Agostini.
I can still remember the weekly reading pamphlets in my fourth-grade class.
The San Fernando Valley. The Inland Empire. San Jose. The East Bay.
Ambrosia apples are without a doubt the best tasting apples I've ever had.
Manteca may be at the epicenter of the foreclosure meltdown triggered by liar loans and fueled by greed, but we're still enjoying the good life.
The elaborately detailed writing on the envelope that arrived at my parent's house addressed to me had me baffled at first.
The story in Wednesday's Manteca Bulletin about a fight at a weekend party, which reportedly involved an off-duty Manteca police officer and his high-school-senior son, ended with the following paragraph:
Those slamming two of the current council members - Mayor Willie Weatherford and John Harris - for the lack of a dog park in Manteca are barking up the wrong tree.
It's time to protect the franchise.
I was feeling a bit nostalgic today upon catching a re-airing of the 1989 American League Championship Series featuring the Oakland Athletics against the Toronto Blue Jays.
Herb Caen liked to write about how the fog snuck into San Francisco on little cat's feet.
Folks up in Sacramento should take a tip or two from the Manteca Unified School District.
I admit upfront that I have a deep bias when it comes to police.
It was a defining moment.
Cold water salmon and the Delta smelt.
Willie Weatherford is not the Great Wizard of Restaurants.
Have you ever sat down to spend time with God and found yourself struggling because you don't feel "spiritual" enough? Your mind is cluttered. The external noises around you are distracting. You make every effort to sound sincere in your prayers, yet your feelings don't line up. And soon, your thoughts drift to wondering how you will ever be able to sense His presence.
On the 7th column he restedPhew, how did Pat O' Leary do it?! I'm only seven columns in and my index finger is sore, an unfortunate circumstance of being a chicken pecker that never learned to type.
Southern Californians have a tendency to have a smug attitude toward water.
Ron Burns did not grow up to become a mass murderer.
If you want to eat out, support your community while doing so. Start your weekend right with the St. Anthony's Young Men Institute's fish fry on Friday, March 7, with takeout from 4:30 to 7 p.m. and sit-down dinner from 5:30 to 7:30 p.m. at the St. Anthony's School cafeteria. Tickets are only $12 for adults and $6 for children 12 and under!
The advent of Lent always brings to mind Father William Delaney, former pastor of St. Anthony of Padua Parish in Manteca.
RIPON – For months, Riley Simmons has been kept indoors and under close supervision while she underwent treatment for a brain tumor.
Editor's Note: Susan McCreath has been selected to participate in the Year of You, a fitness challenge hosted by The Manteca Bulletin and CORE Athletic Performance. McCreath will keep a weekly journal, highlighting the strides and struggles of her fitness journey. These are her thoughts and feelings shared with you.
America is about to get another harsh lesson in easy money.
Once upon a time in a land called Acetnam lived a little red hen.
The California DMV, in its infinite wisdom, has issued me a five-year extension to my driver's license.
The almond trees are blossoming, the bees are buzzing – and garbage and dogs are being dumped in the countryside. Nothing says Ansel Adams or Thomas Kinkade springscape like a 26-inch broken Zenith lying next to an old dresser by the side of the road. It seems every year around this time, someone's spring cleaning discards become a part of rural Manteca. Do people not know about the dump? Or the fact that the city will come to your house once a year for large disposals?