Richard Behling believes government has no business being in landscape maintenance.
There was something about the bird that stopped me in my tracks.
The 900-pound gorilla in the Nov. 2 race for governor isn't Meg Whitman.
State Sen. Lois Wolk should have no problem selling folks in southwest rural Manteca that the Proposition 18 water bond is a gigantic waste of money.
Josh had vague memories of Yosemite.
Manteca, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways . . .
Someone asked me the other day why I wasn't hip on fad diets pushed by various companies.
Up in the Altamont Hills stand the forerunners of green energy in California - wind mills turning turbines to generate electricity.
Do we really want to address the issue of homeless single men in Manteca?
Chatter – punctuated by choice obscenities – was rising along with the mid-day temperature on Thursday as two men argued beneath the stately Sycamore trees of Library Park.
It took less than seven hours for a Los Angeles jury to deliver a miscarriage of justice.
The Doyle Ranch back in the 1980s was perhaps the most prime piece of real estate along the Interstate 80 corridor east of Sacramento.
Californians are wimps when it comes to weather.
In National Lampoon's Vacation, the Griswolds took a pass on a chance to see the famous House of Mud.
It was a Fourth of July many years ago – I was only a kid of 12 who loved shooting off fireworks from the safe ones and not so safe. M80s were the ultimate in Southern California, but I limited myself to simple fire crackers that were actually hard to come by unless you drove into downtown Los Angeles where somebody would be on the street hawking imported crackers by the pack.
If you work as a waiter or waitress today the odds are overwhelmingly that you can't keep yourself clothed, fed, and sheltered on what you make.