"Well, that's two. Wonder who'll be the third…" said a lone voice in the Manteca locker room. We were standing there in reverent silence before the Fox News Broadcast of Farrah Fawcett's death. It was Thursday.
California is $24 billion in the hole and slipping.
I read Dennis Wyatt's column ("Now that they've laid off 209 teachers, what is Manteca Unified doing next?" – Friday, June 26, 2009) and wanted to make you aware of the correct dollar amounts and restrictions to those dollars as I believe the premise of your opinion was based on some inaccurate information.
Nancy Teicheira gets it. Manuel Medeiros gets it. Rex Holiday gets it.
I'm not normally a big fan of creating more commissions or another layer of government but it would seem Manteca would be well-served if the City Council appointed a Green Commission.
Dirty Harry – a creation of Hollywood – could not thrive in the real San Francisco as an inspector.
An iPod costs as much as a dental exam and cleaning.
I drove to Lodi Saturday without having to go through government checkpoints.
Passing gas could one day become a criminal act.
Thank goodness the current California Legislature wasn't around during the Great Depression.
There still appears to be some confusion about the facts concerning the City assuming responsibility for the Landscape Maintenance Districts (LMD). The intent of this blog is to provide clarity to some of the points made in the opinion column in Thursday's Manteca Bulletin.
Four different contractors deploy at least a dozen people in any given week to work on the 30-plus landscape maintenance district (LMD) that cost homeowners collectively close to $1 million a year.
The party's over.
My retail days seemed like a lifetime ago.
What a difference 45 years make.
Tostadas! Good Shepherd Mission's 34th annual Tostada Dinner is Sunday, March 2, from 4 to 7 p.m. at the Good Shepherd Mission, 305 E. French Camp Road. Tickets are $9 for adults and $6 for children. For information, call 209.983.8829.
There is no Hispanic on the Manteca Unified School District board. There is also not an Asian-Pacific Islander trustee.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Susan McCreath has been selected to participate in the Year of You, a fitness challenge hosted by The Manteca Bulletin and CORE Athletic Performance. McCreath will keep a weekly journal, highlighting the strides and struggles of her fitness journey. These are her thoughts and feelings shared with you.
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!
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.