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.
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.
The kid looked guilty.
Money is what is wrong with public education.
President Barack Obama is no FDR.
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.
A band of grass roots marchers hoping for major political financial reform walked into Ripon and Manteca over the weekend in memory of the late Cesar Chavez' effort years ago that sought a better life for his beleaguered farm workers in the Central Valley.