"In 100 years it won't matter what car I drove, what kind of house I lived in, how much I had in my bank account, nor what my clothes looked like, but the world may be a little better because I was important in the life of a child." - Anonymous
Apologists for Sacramento's out-of-control spending habits try to blame everyone and everything else for their irresponsibility: Proposition 13, redevelopment agencies, and special districts.
Today is April Fools' Day.
You've got to love the debate over federal funding of National Public Radio.
Here's an idea. Why don't the 120 men and women in the California Legislature do the "Wisconsin Waltz" and flee to Nevada en masse?
Bravo, for PG&E.
There really is a simple solution to the budget mess in Sacramento.
Sports franchises like the Rochester Royals-Cincinnati Royals Kansas City Kings-Sacramento Kings-La La Land Royals dump cities the way Zsa Zsa Gabor went through eight husbands.
Rancho Seco twin towers soar 55 stories above the ground in Herald some 40 miles north of Manteca.
So is redevelopment a good thing?
Roy Rogers was the good guy who wore the white hat.
One can easily come up with perhaps more than a dozen reasons to preserve Caswell State Memorial Park from budget-beleaguered, cost-cutting-crazy California. As everyone probably knows by now, the Golden State's more than 200 state parks are being eyed by the powers-that-be in Sacramento as one of the convenient cuts that could be done to trim the $27 billion deficit.
One Saturday night three years ago Manteca Police were running a fairly routine sobriety checkpoint on Yosemite Avenue just past Powers Avenue.
Last Friday, one week following the devastating earthquake and tsunami in Japan March 11, I heard a fascinating broadcast. A fisherman had been out to sea just before the disaster stuck. Noticing whirlpools in the water, he headed for shore and ran to his home. By then, the sirens were blaring and the villagers were already evacuating toward the hills. Driving as fast as he could, without time even to save his most valuable property, he fell quickly in line with the vehicles ascending the principal route out of town.
It seems like merely days ago the public dialogue bounced between the skyrocketing price of groceries and gasoline; the rising up of working people in the mid east - as well as our own mid west; and the rambings of a seemingly unstable, implausibly garrulous celebrity whose veins course with "dragon's blood." It seems like just days ago because, well, it was.
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.