For years, the folks of Weneedjobsville believed in Santanomics.
Enough is enough.
Rudolph, the Red-Nose Reindeer is still one of my favorite Christmas television specials.
Ripon's very own Santa and Mrs. Claus have added Christmas cheer in town for the last 24 years only to be sidelined by a serious double bout with the flu this yuletide season.
There are grumblings from the PG&E camp that the Boys & Girls Club board has endorsed the South San Joaquin Irrigation District in its bid to takeover the PG&E retail system in Manteca, Ripon, and Escalon with the objective of reducing rates 15 percent across the board.
Visiting places like Bodie – the fabled eastern Sierra mining ghost town that is now a state park – makes me a bit uneasy.
They huff and they puff over global warming, the budget, the prison system, and education.
As a kid, I thought it was just weird.
I now know where the phrase "ice water running through your veins" comes from.
If there was ever a time that schools need the full support of the public it is now.
Sue Inglish has no problem eating wild game for supper, whether it is served indoors or outdoors.
It wasn't too many years ago that Manteca was the laughingstock of the Northern San Joaquin Valley thanks to a dysfunctional city council.
She was a hero, an idol in so many ways that do not have anything to do with fame, fortune, or notoriety.
There is a way to stop urbanization from destroying farmland to the southwest of Manteca.
The kid looked guilty.
Money is what is wrong with public education.
President Barack Obama is no FDR.
It is with a heavy heart that I write this week's column. The unexpected loss of family member Janet Teicheira on Friday morning has left us in a state of mourning and disbelief. Janet is my father's first-cousin; they were a few months apart in age. That fact alone made her much more an aunt than a cousin. Being part of a large Portuguese family, you are taught generational respect at an early age. The Teicheiras of my dad's generation (the third in Manteca are more like aunts and uncles and the generation above them were revered ...
Crab feeds are far from over, and on Saturday, Feb. 15, you can eat as much crab as you want at the fifth annual crab feed fund-raiser for St. Anthony's School in the school gymnasium, 323 N. Fremont Ave. Kicking off the evening will be a wine and cheese tasting at 5 p.m. (back by popular demand), followed by dinner at 6:30 plus a no-host bar, dessert auction, live and silent auctions, music, and dancing. Tickets are $50 apiece. For more info contact the school office at 823-4513.
How does planting trees in Georgia reduce air pollution in California?
The mountains in our lives are much more challenging to summit than Mission Peak, that's for sure.
Three hots and a cot.
CVS drug stores will no longer going to sell cigarettes after Oct. 1.
He is about 6 feet tall and as sturdy and tough as a Redwood.
The details that matter aren't public yet in the Great Wolf negotiations.
I cannot name a Justin Bieber song.
They were crazy. They were reckless. They didn't know what they were talking about. They'd put the community into debt and send everyone into bankruptcy.
I've recently encountered a strange new phenomenon sweeping the community. It goes by several names: "I was never Here-itis" or "Don't use that Quote-emia." Some people stricken by this don't realize for a day or two and then catch "Post Event Regrettia." The personal satisfaction I receive upon getting a phone call or text the next day, the one informing me "I wasn't there – keep me out of the column," is very short-lived. For one, I'm quite adept at reading the room and am not looking to cause collateral damage with this column. Secondly, and ...