For years, the folks of Weneedjobsville believed in Santanomics.
Enough is enough.
Rudolph, the Red-Nose Reindeer is still one of my favorite Christmas television specials.
Ripon's very own Santa and Mrs. Claus have added Christmas cheer in town for the last 24 years only to be sidelined by a serious double bout with the flu this yuletide season.
There are grumblings from the PG&E camp that the Boys & Girls Club board has endorsed the South San Joaquin Irrigation District in its bid to takeover the PG&E retail system in Manteca, Ripon, and Escalon with the objective of reducing rates 15 percent across the board.
Visiting places like Bodie – the fabled eastern Sierra mining ghost town that is now a state park – makes me a bit uneasy.
They huff and they puff over global warming, the budget, the prison system, and education.
As a kid, I thought it was just weird.
I now know where the phrase "ice water running through your veins" comes from.
If there was ever a time that schools need the full support of the public it is now.
Sue Inglish has no problem eating wild game for supper, whether it is served indoors or outdoors.
It wasn't too many years ago that Manteca was the laughingstock of the Northern San Joaquin Valley thanks to a dysfunctional city council.
She was a hero, an idol in so many ways that do not have anything to do with fame, fortune, or notoriety.
There is a way to stop urbanization from destroying farmland to the southwest of Manteca.
My father and my grandmother had a special relationship.
How much does a gallon of gas cost in taxes? Try 61.2 cents.
The Mexican government has slapped a 16 percent luxury tax on all processed dog food.
"Governors can't make rain."
Working as a barista, I have made it my goal to leave a positive impression if possible on every coffee-loving customer that comes my way in hopes of being a blessing to them. But recently the tables were turned and I found myself on the receiving end of blessing from one of my customers.
You might be a Mantecan if . . .
Are you jumping for joy yet?
The unexpected joys are sometimes the best at Christmas time as when I witnessed a unique sparkle that opened my eyes during a family dinner in San Diego – my niece expressing herself through her poetry.
I was born male.
I am not upset at Target.
Nagging is in. Big time.