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It is becoming abundantly clear with each passing day that brings increasingly outrageous suggestions from politicians to see how fast they can deplete our great-great-great-grandkids' pocketbooks that the theme song for Congress should be "If I Only Had a Brain."
I read in this newspaper on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 that "the City manager floats utility tax balloon." The new City Manager Steve Pinkerton, has or still is talking about raising the taxes on all of our utilities from garbage to gas and electricity. Are you kidding me?
Republican senators are sounding like outraged socialists as they preen for TV cameras slamming big fat corporate bonuses. Democrats are acting like they're deaf as they deflect tough questions about why they negated provisions to block fat AIG bonuses behind closed doors while negotiating bailout packages.
Patrick Heany of Manteca Roofing, Todd Roddan of New Bud's Nursery and the family business that did my fencing are why I have confidence in America's future.
It is time to draw the proverbial line in the sand and fill it with concrete.
Not too long ago, my mom opted to do away with her long-time landscaping services.
What does Manteca have in common with Salina, Kansas?
The real fun is about to begin.
Debby Moorhead and Vince Hernandez are examples of the type of elected leaders we need representing us in Sacramento and Washington, D.C.
Berkeley despite all of its posturing as being a bastion of tolerance is perhaps one of the least tolerant places on earth.
I owe my sister Mary an apology.
Call it the 11-minute miracle.
At the recent Manteca Sports Heroes Hall of Distinction awards dinner, I was shooting the breeze about sports with East Union High Principal John Alba.
George Orwell must have been elected to Congress this past November.
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.