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Editor, Manteca Bulletin,
If pain is relative, then it must be one of my first cousins.
Lincoln in Placer County where I grew up is much like Manteca when it comes to old and new neighborhoods.
Aaron is a frustrated trucker.
Over the years, Halloween has taken on different meanings for me.
You pass them on the street every day – municipal street crews, parks workers, firefighters, police and others.
The purpose of my column in the October 19 Manteca Bulletin was simply to make a point that more research on the subject of golf courses finances, when writing a front page story, may cast a different light on the subject rather than printing information derived from one source, inaccurate and outdated city documents.
That's life, that's what all the people say
Editor's note: This is the first of a four-part series on Father Dean's recent trip to Africa.
It makes no sense at all.
An archeologist centuries from now digging into landfills may find the remnants of the junk mail delivered to Manteca households during a typical month in 2009.
Adopting the employment contracts entered into for five years in 2006 with Manteca's municipal employee groups were – for the most part – sound judgment at the time.
"Stop the presses!"
Listening to the rain dancing on the roof while you're snuggled up in bed is one of life's little pleasures.
Murder is not acceptable.
Here's a question for Congressional Republicans: Why do I have to pay my federal income taxes and others don't to the tune of more than $400 billion a year?
Long before there was Joe Albertson, Winco Foods, Webvan, and high tech entrepreneurs gearing up to unleash a squadron of drones to deliver Ding Dongs and Red Bull to millennials too self-absorbed to go to the store there was Joe's Food Center.
Can you afford to give up a latte a week?