I hurried outside into the parking lot of the Manteca Bulletin as I took a quick break from work. The time was 1:37 a.m., Tuesday, Dec. 21, 2010.
Great Wolf Resorts could - if the numbers work out - become the Mother Lode of all Manteca Redevelopment Agency endeavors.
Do not - I repeat - do not go hunting for a Christmas tree with someone who is pursuing a double major in engineering and architecture.
I was laying flat on my face inches from a 1,500 foot vertical drop along a ledge on the back side of the final leg of the trail up Mt. Whitney.
The ticking time bomb known as the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta poses a serious threat to the economic future of California, the ability to feed much of this nation, and to preserve a key Pacific Coast estuary for both fowl and fish.
Sadie Cabral was a classy lady who loved making people smile.
Justice is bittersweet.
The business climate is bad in California.
I always love getting calls from people who live on the East Coast or Midwest this time of year.
I'm not a huge fan of hunting.
Sylvia Siegel was an amazing woman.
It was the ultimate defining moment for the out-of-control culture of entitlement.
Ben Cantu - who finished second in the Manteca mayor's race last month - sounded like a broken record at times during the campaign when he harped on the city's "inability" to adopt a plan and stick to it.
Remember the howling wolf?
Whispering campaigns are always the ugliest.
He seemed a nice enough of a young man.
Old-fashioned Americana, some claim, is passé.
The world isn't just about you or I.
Martha Grisham was truly a big part of Manteca's heart and soul through much of her 91 years before she passed away on Christmas Eve.
Pain is relative. In my case it's a first cousin.