The purpose of my column in the October 19 Manteca Bulletin was simply to make a point that more research on the subject of golf courses finances, when writing a front page story, may cast a different light on the subject rather than printing information derived from one source, inaccurate and outdated city documents.
That's life, that's what all the people say
Editor's note: This is the first of a four-part series on Father Dean's recent trip to Africa.
It makes no sense at all.
An archeologist centuries from now digging into landfills may find the remnants of the junk mail delivered to Manteca households during a typical month in 2009.
Adopting the employment contracts entered into for five years in 2006 with Manteca's municipal employee groups were – for the most part – sound judgment at the time.
"Stop the presses!"
Listening to the rain dancing on the roof while you're snuggled up in bed is one of life's little pleasures.
The Great Recession is a good thing in many ways.
It was a night for a cozy fire after work in our family room since our PG&E provided electricity had been out for 14 hours at this writing Tuesday night and we're still waiting.
We bury the hatchet
California needs a taxpayer revolt against spending on the same scale that Howard Jarvis and Paul Gann changed the property tax landscape with Proposition 13 back in 1978.
America's favorite pastime these days isn't baseball. It's the blame game.
Manteca resident Bud Wallace has an interesting suggestion in a letter you can find elsewhere on today's opinion page.
Economic reality has prompted a council that consists of two retired law enforcement personnel – John Harris who served as a San Joaquin County probation officer and Willie Weatherford who is a retired Manteca police chief – to send City Manager Steve Pinkerton forth with a compensation readjustment proposal for all municipal employees including police. If the bargaining groups didn't buy it, the other option is layoffs within that particular set of employees.
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!
The Resurrection is the greatest hope and anchor in our modern day society. In this morally dark world that we live in, the light of the truth still shines the brightest. Though some would like to discredit it, in their discrediting, it proves it all the more that the Resurrection is true.
It draws attention.
Bernie Brown is a true gentleman in the restaurant business. He has always made his guests feel very special and comfortable.
Orem is a tidy city at the base of the Wasatch Range.
Long, long ago in a Manteca far, far away, I'm told of the 25-cent haircut. Even as a young boy in the 1970s that seemed to be the greatest bargain ever. During my childhood, Manteca offered a few spots; Dan's Barber Shop and Sadies come to mind. All the women in my family went to Sadies, which is why I wouldn't.
There is a special bond that exists between father and youngest son in the Goatcher household, and it almost always reaches a crescendo about this time of the year.
It was driving Sawyer slightly crazy.
There is a connection between being allowed to carry a concealed weapon and national security, but it isn't what you think.
I had bonked the previous day on Sonora Pass on a 90-degree day. It was the sixth day of a fully loaded touring bicycling trip with two teen boys. I was carrying 80 pounds of gear and supplies on my touring bicycle. They were on racing bicycles with just handlebar bags. The object was to crisscross seven major Sierra passes in seven days. The previous day we had crested Tioga Pass and were headed to Topaz Lake via Sonora Pass before tackling Monitor Pass and heading home to Lincoln.
Love is in the air.
Curtiss Beyers was lured onto the dance floor by the opening beat of the opening number of Thursday's special-needs Valentine's Day Dance.
The kid looked guilty.
Money is what is wrong with public education.