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.
"The rich are different than you and I." – From the book "The Great Gatsby" by Scott Fitzgerald
I don't quite know when it all started.
I use to get a kick out of playing card games like "Go Fish," "War" and Uno."
It is time to rethink the expensive proposition that the car always comes first in Manteca as well as the goal that drivers should be able to move about the city as quickly as possible.
I am amazed that the City leaders are even thinking about raising our taxes again this year. Yes, the "UTILITY TAX" is in the works again. This tax is needed to balance our budget from what I have heard. Now I must tell you that after reading the listing of all the City workers pay in last week's Sun Post I can see why they want more money.
David Marques is a Manteca fire captain.
The emperor has no clothes.
Alice Schlote wrapped her arms around the towering Italian cypress in her front yard, pulling her body close to its brush.
It's time to get serious about the homeless in Manteca.
Annie Moore was the first immigrant processed through Ellis Island when it opened on Jan. 1, 1892.