The air Wednesday morning carried nature's perfume – the scent of blooming almonds – on a gentle breeze.
I am either completely crazy or crazy like a fox.
My first ride in a helicopter was terrifying.
Want a real story of hope?
Did you refrain from buying more house than you could afford?
Manteca is getting ready to wade into the cesspool known as protectionism.
I'm almost proud to say that I live in America's most miserable city.
The days of chain stores spreading like wildfire across the American landscape are coming to an end.
I've been blessed these past two years.
A long time ago
I don't like the idea of a penny increase in sales tax. I am not wild about an additional 12-cent a gallon tax on gasoline. Nor does the thought of increasing the annual vehicle license fees over 70% thrill me.
Valentine's Day and "Love" are totally synonymous.
Faith in ourselves and not a magic $3 trillion pill is going to help pull our neighbors and communities out of the downward spiral caused by those who enthusiastically answered the siren song of the seven deadly sins.
The e-mail was short and sweet.
Yesterday, I wrote about Nadya Sureman's controversial decision to allow the implantation of multiple embyos in a quest for maximum fertility and a very large family. She'll get to explain her motives more thoroughly tomorrow. Her interview will air on the Today Show tomorrow, and Tuesday on Dateline. Meanwhile, her doctor is under investigation for stretching the limits of reproductive ethics, guaranteeing huge hospital bills, and jeopardizing the safety both of the mother and of her gestating babies.
Striking up the band with heart and soul memories is the order of the day early Friday evening when Leroy Darling's former Manteca High musicians will be marching through the front door of the Chez Shari dining room at the city golf course on Union Road.
Editor's note: Dennis Wyatt is on vacation. This column first ran in December of 2010.
Editor's note: Dennis Wyatt is on vacation. This column first ran in June of 2011.
Editor's note: Dennis Wyatt is on vacation. This column first ran in July of 2010.
Editor's note: Dennis Wyatt is on vacation. The following column first ran in June of 2011.
Step No. 1: Squeeze lotion into palm of hand.
Don't let anybody tell you anything different.
My dad was always very proud of his raven black hair and raven black mustache. When his 40th birthday rolled around, the first gray hair appeared. But he didn't get discouraged by the obvious sign of aging. He simply got his hair and mustache colored the darkest shade of black during his regular hair trim every month. He turned 60 this February and he looks as good as always, with only few people knowing his secret.
You've heard the whine: "There's nothing to do in Manteca."
Ever been audited by the IRS?
He introduced himself as Keith.
A drive-thru dinner fund-raiser at Fagundes Meats for the family of Manteca High School student and accident victim Jonathan Loon is Thursday, June 19, from 4 to 7 p.m. For $15, you can purchase a dinner consisting of tri-tip, ¼ chicken, scalloped potatoes, Italian green beans, a roll and butter.
We were bicycling along North Murphy Road nearing the last farmhouse before connecting with Mariposa Road when two mean looking and snarling German Shepherds starting chasing us down.
Kim Komenich lost his mother when he was 18 years old. He had graduated from Manteca High and was attending Modesto Junior College at the time. Two years later his father died.
The Vandals' sacking and looting of Rome in 455 was amateur hour compared to what the Meth Heads are doing to Manteca.