Come this time of year, I'm usually bombarded by the traditional tune played at graduations and promotional ceremonies, "Pomp and Circumstance."
You've got to love sin taxes.
Good times are coming to Manteca.
Gavin Newsom wants to be our next governor.
A crisis, they say, brings out the best in people. True leaders rise to the occasion. Dark times call for bold and decisive moves.
It's time San Joaquin County stopped lusting for Bay Area paychecks and dropped the same-old, same-old planning for growth that produced predictable template-style policies and zoning.
Sweating is highly underrated.
We bellyache a lot.
President Obama's planned commencement address today at Notre Dame has re-opened wounds still festering since last November's presidential elections. There, the Catholic Church split in half (that is, with 70% of registered Catholics voting, 45% chose McCain, 54% voted for Obama.)
Manteca Unified – and much of California – took the bite out of the forbidden fruit and are paying for it big time.
Pssst. Wanna buy San Quentin Prison?
It wasn't one of my finest moments.
Does Manteca really need nine firefighters to man the 100-foot aerial platform fire truck 24/7?
Santa Barbara is burning.
It all started when John Grogran first got the idea to publish his tales about life with a young Labrador that instantly captured the heart of America. And for those of us who grew up with a lab in our house, the pages that Grogan filled in that book became almost a verbatim recount of the things encountered with the wiry but outrageously loyal animals. But there was a darker tinge in that story – something that lies just beneath the surface in just about everything that we do and more often than not we try to avoid.
It looks like rain is coming.
I love junk food! I'm not talking a casual fondness for a fistful of Doritos or a mouthful of powered donuts. I'm talking full blown, passionate love, for deep fried chicken, cheeseburgers and French fries, supreme pizzas with extra thick crust and a pound of shredded cheese scattered over chunks of sausage and pepperoni. Washed down by a mug of ice cold soda, followed by a jumbo scoop of vanilla ice cream with hot fudge drizzled on top. Do you get the picture? I love junk food!