As always, she catches me by surprise. There huddled at the back door, this time clutching a brand new jacket. With her other hand she holds a sheet of pink laminated paper, as if it means all the world to her.
The shutting down of Toyota production at the NUMMI plant in Fremont is scarier than a runaway Prius.
Pleasanton is a shining city in the Tri-Valley. Its general fund revenues are over twice that of Manteca's while they have just 900 more residents. The average household income is also significantly higher in Pleasanton. Pleasanton accomplishes the financial feat that allows it to escape the current economic meltdown relatively unscathed by intentionally thumbing its nose at state mandates to provide affordable housing for all income levels as well as strive for housing-to-jobs balance. The ...
Robert Ortiz is a reasonable man. He simply wants his family - and others on his street - to feel safe in their homes and in their neighborhood. That simply isn't the case. His problem one day may very well be your problem. It's a case of clashing colors. More aptly it involves the colors red and blue which definitely do not mix. His street has become ground zero in a turf war even though ...
Not too many moons ago – before the Internet spawned spam to give junk mail a good name – Congress set up the Postal Service as a separate entity.
There was a time when 24 passenger trains passed through Manteca daily to take you to Stockton or Modesto.
Tears, smiles and hugs were the order of the day in Ripon Saturday as some 200 girls from all over the region picked out prom dresses for their special graduation occasions – without paying a dime for the gowns.
Want to help make California streets a bit safer for your family and neighbors? Then spend 44 cents for a stamp and take a few minutes to type out a letter asking the parole board to keep William Walter Nichols behind bars. You probably do not know who Nichols is but there is a chance you knew Michael McDonald - or another victim like him - who could have been your son, your former classmate, ...
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
We were bicycling down River Road a few years ago when the lady I was with – a deputy with the Dade County Sheriff's Department in Florida – said she wanted to stop for a second.
The young man knocking on my door wanted to know if I knew about the PG&E CARE program and if I wanted to apply.
Snall weeds - fueled by rain and a rise in temperatures - started popping up in the concrete portion of the Wellington Avenue bike path about 10 days ago.
When's it OK to wear pajamas out in public? My guess is never. Across the pond, the United Kingdom adopted a dress code, banning folks from wearing their jammies to the grocery store and other public places. Of course, this goes beyond the "no shirt, no shoes, no service" policy we're used to seeing around here. In Shanghai, it's discouraged for people there to lounge around in public wearing PJs. Around here, I know Monday ...
Phil Waterford couldn't sleep. He had been asked by Pastor Mike Dillman of The Place of Refuge last year to serve as the master of ceremonies at the Memorial Day Weekend observance at Woodward Park. It also involved attending a sit down dinner with Congressional Medal of Honor recipients and other veterans the day before at Prestige Senior Living. Among those that the owner of Manteca Ford Mercury broke bread with that day was one ...
I shed no tears for the University of California at Davis student showing her "wounds" to a KCRA-TV camera that she received from police after she and others disobeyed repeated lawful orders to disperse and stop blocking city streets and attempting to advance onto Interstate 80 in a bid to close it down.
HANFORD - Dairy farmers in these parts – and the rest of California for that matter – do not operate in a fantasy world.
John Perez Sr. pulled into the stadium parking lot nearly three hours before kickoff and was still tardy to the tailgate party.
The nice thing about the 3.7 million water tank going up on Atherton Drive is that you won't see much of it.
"Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more." - from Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me to the Moon"
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Remember the good old days?
Before I met Robbie - a lanky, shy sixth grader who attended Sequoia School - I did things like raise money for the Boys & Girls Club because I thought it made sense. It was the right thing to do. It made me feel good. That type of thing.
Last year when I made my annual pilgrimage to my mom's house to watch the New Year's college bowl festival at her neighbor's house, I told her that for the first time in recent memory I was not counting down the days until the calendar could be turned to start a new year because I was anxious to shed myself of the last one. I told her that for once, things had not been too bad and life was all right.