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.
On February 16 of this year, a presentation was made to our Manteca City Council and staff by Gene Krekorian of Economic Research Associates, a Los Angeles-based consulting firm, concerning the operation of our Manteca Park Golf Course.
What are you doing this weekend?
I plan on fighting crime Saturday night.
People, they say, get the government they ask for.
Manteca's municipal staff - based on the reality of budget cuts not to mention the City Council's own narrative - is doing a Herculean job of keeping things going.
A group of moms are demanding changes in their central east Manteca neighborhood after what happened to 11-year-old Hunter Davis and his sibling. They want it cleaned up and they are looking to the Manteca Police and City of Manteca to make that happen.
Too bad satirist Jonathan Swift isn't alive today and on the Manteca City Council.
Where is Al Sharpton? Where is Jesse Jackson? After all, the brutal beating and humiliation of a Black woman was recently caught on video and disseminated widely for all to see, yet there is no outcry from the usual suspects who incite racial divide at every given opportunity.
It is now clearer than ever that the California Public Utilities Commission is not a neutral state agency trying to balance the interests of powerful energy companies such as PG&E and those of the little guy.
Manteca Unified has a big problem.
Cleaning my stove is a snap.
What harm does it do to have the homeless pushing shopping carts full of personal belongings around Manteca?
Alexander Bronson says he wants to "address all issues of concern in education to parents, staff, and students." Apparently those concerns for the 21-year-old USC graduate don't include character, ethics, honesty, or following the rules.
If you met Hunter Davis, he'd strike you as a typical 11-year-old boy.
Remember the good old days when the worst you had to worry about were dogs taking a dump on your lawn?