Do you want a killer on the streets?
Early February in the Northern San Joaquin Valley can drive you crazy if you let it.
Ready for the ultimate fish fry?
It's only fitting to start your diatribe about how racist the school system is by making a racist statement of your own.
Connect the dots.
Perhaps you don't like the new medians on Louise Avenue.
I ran for the school board back in the 1990s. My claim to fame was an endorsement from the Stockton Record (the Bulletin does not endorse for local races) and I thought I stood a decent chance. I am not wrong often, but boy did I misjudge that one.
Folks who make their living tossing theories abound about human behavior generally define Millennials as those born between the 1980s and 2000s. Some define Millennials by those who were in their formative years or reached adulthood at the dawn of the 21st century.
Get your dance shoes ready, because the Manteca Youth Advisory Commission is hosting the first middle-school dance of 2015 on Friday, Jan. 30, from 6 to 9 p.m. at Golden West Community Gym! All sixth through eighth graders are invited to dance and have fun with their friends. Bring your school I.D. (or other proof of school attendance), $5 for admission and don't forget about the school dress code! For more info click here:
Rain and snow when it does fall can sometimes inflict painful misery on parts of Manteca and Lathrop.
The chickens have come home to roost.
Out of sight and out of mind.
Herb Caen liked to write about how the fog snuck into San Francisco on cat's feet.
St. Anthony's School is holding its 6th annual Crab Feed on Saturday, Jan. 24, from 6 to 11 p.m. in the school gymnasium located at 323 N. Fremont Ave., with dinner beginning at 7. Wine & cheese tasting is from 6 to 7 followed by marinated crab, pasta, salad, bread, music and dancing. You may purchase tickets in the school office for $50 per person. This is an adult-only event and you must be at least 21 years of age. For more information, please call the school at 209.823.4513.
The English Coonhound settles in the Central Valley sun, sprawling out across a lane in the Best Western parking lot.
So how goes Manteca's war on the homeless?
There is a fine line between being cautious and paranoia.
The Manteca High School Band Boosters is hosting an All-You-Can-Eat-Spaghetti Dinner at the Manteca Transit Center (220 Moffat Blvd.) on Saturday, April 18, from 6 to 8:30 p.m. There will be a no-host bar, spaghetti, salad, rolls, and silent dessert auction. Tickets are $15 in advance and $18 at the door. Please call 209.610.4025 for tickets or more information about the event.
It's nice to know I'm not the only one that doesn't trust the Internal Revenue Service or the Franchise Tax Board.
The steel framework of the 3,600-square-foot building going up on Moffat Boulevard is more than just the future home of the Manteca Veterans Center.
Salinity levels at Vernalis south of Manteca would not be so high if the Hypocrites-by-the Bay in the Green Environmental Perfection movement did their fair share to protect fish.
PG&E is paying $300 million too much for the 2,425 violations of federal and state safety rules in connection with an investigation following the 2010 gas pipeline explosion in San Bruno that killed eight people and destroyed more than three dozen homes.
Amanda Buhay could have died in mid-December in a Manteca High classroom.
I miss the good old days.
I love books. I taught myself to read at the age of 5 and haven't put a book down ever since. As a child I won several "Queen of Children's Readers" contests held at the local library, where they kept track of every book I borrowed, and several years in a row I came close to the number 300.
It's time to gamble – for a great cause. Agape Villages presents a Poker Tournament at the Manteca Senior Center (295 Cherry Lane) on Friday, April 10, from 7 to 11 p.m. to support foster children. The entry fee is $40 per player. For more information, please call Nina at 209.992.8346 or email email@example.com.
As strange as it might sound, Manteca is ahead of the curve when it comes to stepping up its game to conserve water.
Once upon a time in a quaint little place called California a young person between 16 and 17 years of age could get an entry level job with ease.
I have gone without lawns for six years.