One story assignment last week went into greater depth than I expected and left me in awe at the direction life has taken one Ripon resident who loves people and farming almost equally and has become an outstanding public speaker and criminal interviewer.
It will go down as a landmark decision.
Austen Nunes is Manteca's undisputed wheelie king.
Decades of lip service, adding on programs and regulations willy-nilly to appease special interest groups whether they are corporate campaign contributors or advocacy groups, and the use of accounting mirrors and borrowing in advance against revenues are about to come to a head.
A contingent of new American citizens – Assyrians who fled the repressive regime of Saddam Hussein in Iraq to settle in Turlock – will be present for the three-day Memorial Day Weekend commemoration in Manteca at Woodward Park.
The guy looked to be perhaps 17, if that old. There was nothing unusual at first: Oversized pants about 10 sizes too big, baseball cap on backwards, and tent-sized T-shirt. It was the typical "I'm-making-my-statement" uniform of a teen kid who is much more copycat than original.
When Barack Obama arrived at the Oval Office after being sworn in as president, he found that he had been left three gifts from his predecessor.
There's a wonderful, inexpensive device that can make you a responsible dog owner. It's called a leash.
I'll never forget the last time I hugged Mom.
Developers bragged Mountain House was "The Town of Tomorrow" when they broke ground at the dawn of the 21st century on the new community on the edge of the rolling Altamont Hills in western San Joaquin County.
"An Animal's Prayer." A really simple title to a really short poem. But its brevity – it's only four verses, roughly a mere 20 words all together, if that – is what makes it a gem, as far as I'm concerned.
On February 16 of this year, a presentation was made to our Manteca City Council and staff by Gene Krekorian of Economic Research Associates, a Los Angeles-based consulting firm, concerning the operation of our Manteca Park Golf Course.
Are we a nation of laws or a nation of situational ethics?
It's about time.
Jennie, I believe, is determined to kill me or, at least, prove me wrong.
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?