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.
It will go down as a landmark decision.
Austen Nunes is Manteca's undisputed wheelie king.
Decades of lip service, adding on programs and regulations willy-nilly to appease special interest groups whether they are corporate campaign contributors or advocacy groups, and the use of accounting mirrors and borrowing in advance against revenues are about to come to a head.
A contingent of new American citizens – Assyrians who fled the repressive regime of Saddam Hussein in Iraq to settle in Turlock – will be present for the three-day Memorial Day Weekend commemoration in Manteca at Woodward Park.
The guy looked to be perhaps 17, if that old. There was nothing unusual at first: Oversized pants about 10 sizes too big, baseball cap on backwards, and tent-sized T-shirt. It was the typical "I'm-making-my-statement" uniform of a teen kid who is much more copycat than original.
When Barack Obama arrived at the Oval Office after being sworn in as president, he found that he had been left three gifts from his predecessor.
There's a wonderful, inexpensive device that can make you a responsible dog owner. It's called a leash.
I'll never forget the last time I hugged Mom.
Developers bragged Mountain House was "The Town of Tomorrow" when they broke ground at the dawn of the 21st century on the new community on the edge of the rolling Altamont Hills in western San Joaquin County.
"An Animal's Prayer." A really simple title to a really short poem. But its brevity – it's only four verses, roughly a mere 20 words all together, if that – is what makes it a gem, as far as I'm concerned.
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.
Manteca's elected leaders are about to spend the last $2.3 million they're likely to have for a long, long time- if not for ever - to help leverage affordable housing for the very low income and the low income.
I do not view athletes as heroes.
My name is Captain Scott Souza, United States Air Force (retired), born and raised in our small town of Manteca.
Turf warfare waged by those sporting blue and red are tearing this country apart.