This past Wednesday - April 14 - was the day a typical Californian started working for their self instead of Sacramento and Uncle Sam.
Turlock, on the map?
Jerry Brown's Waterloo as a politician might just come from the corridors of Deuel Vocation Institution as well as the rest of California's prisons.
I don't much care for the world of politics and the opportunism that seems to thrive in that world.
Defense attorneys apparently don't like newspaper editors.
No one likes to pay taxes. It's a given.
It's been quite a while since I set foot in the annual Manteca Street Fair downtown. Come to think of it, I think that was the Pumpkin Fair that I attended. I remember that because that's the year I went and took pictures of the Cow-munity mural in the parking lot of the then-Kentucky Fried Chicken, now the Athens Burgers. One of the pictures I took that day appears in the Best of Photography Annual 2009 of Photographer's Forum Magazine.
Lady Bird Johnson is probably rolling over in her grave.
A caller back in November 2008 who identified herself as a Democrat informed me that I was biased since the Manteca Bulletin did not carry what she termed was "the historic" election of Barrack Obama as president on the front page.
Every day is a new adventure – not just for me but also for every member of my family – including my youngest son Tim who is a police officer in a city by the southern border.
The Progressives – led by liberal Republican Hiram Johnson – 99 years ago put in place the imitative process in California.
Ben Cantu - who hopes to ascend to the mayor's post this November – calls the quagmire over downtown Manteca's future the equivalent of a "Mexican stand-off."
A while back, I wrote a column about downtowns. Specifically, what I had in mind was the city of Lathrop and where its downtown is or should be in light of all the developments taking place west of Interstate 5, namely: Mossdale Village, Central Lathrop Specific Plan's Richland Master-planned Communities, and the gargantuan River Islands development west of the San Joaquin River.
Progress - or what sometimes passes for it - can hit you like a ton of bricks when you've been away from a place for a fair amount of time.
I don't drive a pickup truck with a gun rack.
While serving as Chairman of the San Joaquin County Board of Supervisors this past year, I've witnessed many challenges facing our region, as well as tremendous progress and significant achievements. The Board has taken numerous actions over the past year to set San Joaquin County on an exciting path toward continuing financial stability, cutting-edge innovation, and becoming a magnet for economic development and new jobs.
He seemed a nice enough of a young man.