Apologists for Sacramento's out-of-control spending habits try to blame everyone and everything else for their irresponsibility: Proposition 13, redevelopment agencies, and special districts.
Today is April Fools' Day.
You've got to love the debate over federal funding of National Public Radio.
Here's an idea. Why don't the 120 men and women in the California Legislature do the "Wisconsin Waltz" and flee to Nevada en masse?
Bravo, for PG&E.
There really is a simple solution to the budget mess in Sacramento.
Sports franchises like the Rochester Royals-Cincinnati Royals Kansas City Kings-Sacramento Kings-La La Land Royals dump cities the way Zsa Zsa Gabor went through eight husbands.
Rancho Seco twin towers soar 55 stories above the ground in Herald some 40 miles north of Manteca.
So is redevelopment a good thing?
Roy Rogers was the good guy who wore the white hat.
One can easily come up with perhaps more than a dozen reasons to preserve Caswell State Memorial Park from budget-beleaguered, cost-cutting-crazy California. As everyone probably knows by now, the Golden State's more than 200 state parks are being eyed by the powers-that-be in Sacramento as one of the convenient cuts that could be done to trim the $27 billion deficit.
One Saturday night three years ago Manteca Police were running a fairly routine sobriety checkpoint on Yosemite Avenue just past Powers Avenue.
Last Friday, one week following the devastating earthquake and tsunami in Japan March 11, I heard a fascinating broadcast. A fisherman had been out to sea just before the disaster stuck. Noticing whirlpools in the water, he headed for shore and ran to his home. By then, the sirens were blaring and the villagers were already evacuating toward the hills. Driving as fast as he could, without time even to save his most valuable property, he fell quickly in line with the vehicles ascending the principal route out of town.
It seems like merely days ago the public dialogue bounced between the skyrocketing price of groceries and gasoline; the rising up of working people in the mid east - as well as our own mid west; and the rambings of a seemingly unstable, implausibly garrulous celebrity whose veins course with "dragon's blood." It seems like just days ago because, well, it was.
Here's some food for thought for municipal leaders in the South County: What if corporate fast food companies piggyback on city efforts to "help people make a living" via food vending trucks?
Berkeley doesn't want you to smoke.
So what's going to be costlier when it comes to your pocketbook - the drought or a hypothetical 200-year flood event?
The English Coonhound settles in the Central Valley sun, sprawling out across a lane in the Best Western parking lot.
So how goes Manteca's war on the homeless?
There is a fine line between being cautious and paranoia.
It's nice to know I'm not the only one that doesn't trust the Internal Revenue Service or the Franchise Tax Board.
The steel framework of the 3,600-square-foot building going up on Moffat Boulevard is more than just the future home of the Manteca Veterans Center.
Salinity levels at Vernalis south of Manteca would not be so high if the Hypocrites-by-the Bay in the Green Environmental Perfection movement did their fair share to protect fish.
PG&E is paying $300 million too much for the 2,425 violations of federal and state safety rules in connection with an investigation following the 2010 gas pipeline explosion in San Bruno that killed eight people and destroyed more than three dozen homes.
Amanda Buhay could have died in mid-December in a Manteca High classroom.
I miss the good old days.
I love books. I taught myself to read at the age of 5 and haven't put a book down ever since. As a child I won several "Queen of Children's Readers" contests held at the local library, where they kept track of every book I borrowed, and several years in a row I came close to the number 300.
As strange as it might sound, Manteca is ahead of the curve when it comes to stepping up its game to conserve water.
Once upon a time in a quaint little place called California a young person between 16 and 17 years of age could get an entry level job with ease.
I have gone without lawns for six years.