When a tsunami hits, first there is an earthquake. Then, the ocean recedes only to recoil with a massive surge that devastates everything in its path.
It is open season on rosary beads in a growing number of school districts across the United States.
Every year officials from county, cities, agencies and community leaders embark on a journey to Washington, D.C., to meet with federal officials and elected representatives to advocate for funding for local transportation and infrastructure projects.
Before the federal government starts suing Arizona over immigration law, maybe Uncle Sam should get his own house in order.
Do we really need to know the sordid details of 8-year-old Sandra Cantu's death?
A slight drizzle had turned into a steady rain following the cracking of thunder while I was on an early afternoon run down Wellington Avenue on Thursday.
Lathrop Elementary Principal David Silveira gets extra credit for going against the grain.
Last year, the Ripon City Council explored the idea of developing a farmers' market in our historical downtown sector. The plan was to collaborate with downtown businesses, farmers' market vendors and the community to revitalize our downtown businesses. Unfortunately, due the multitude of regulations and to a late start, it was decided to postpone it until this year.
The caller didn't waste any time.
It's pomp and circumstance time again.
It was probably the best single learning experience of my life when a city editor in Southern California called over to me when I returned from a meeting saying I had 20 minutes to give him a 12-inch-long story on the city council meeting.
Men driven by a vision of bringing prosperity to the sandy plains on the southeast edge of the Delta have put Manteca and its neighbors in Ripon and Escalon in one of the strongest positions in California when it comes to water and power.
Off and on for the past few weeks two different couples have taken a position at the stop sign where Hulsey Drive meets Commerce Drive by In-N-Out Burger. I'd come across them while making my daily Jamba Juice run
Should growth pay its own way?
One story assignment last week went into greater depth than I expected and left me in awe at the direction life has taken one Ripon resident who loves people and farming almost equally and has become an outstanding public speaker and criminal interviewer.
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.
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.