Manteca may be at the epicenter of the foreclosure meltdown triggered by liar loans and fueled by greed, but we're still enjoying the good life.
The elaborately detailed writing on the envelope that arrived at my parent's house addressed to me had me baffled at first.
The story in Wednesday's Manteca Bulletin about a fight at a weekend party, which reportedly involved an off-duty Manteca police officer and his high-school-senior son, ended with the following paragraph:
Those slamming two of the current council members - Mayor Willie Weatherford and John Harris - for the lack of a dog park in Manteca are barking up the wrong tree.
It's time to protect the franchise.
I was feeling a bit nostalgic today upon catching a re-airing of the 1989 American League Championship Series featuring the Oakland Athletics against the Toronto Blue Jays.
Herb Caen liked to write about how the fog snuck into San Francisco on little cat's feet.
Folks up in Sacramento should take a tip or two from the Manteca Unified School District.
I admit upfront that I have a deep bias when it comes to police.
It was a defining moment.
Here's a prediction for 2009.
As a long-time sports fan, New Year Day 2009 wasn't necessarily about football.
"Can you imagine going to work every day and doing something you love and getting paid for it?"
Christmas is all about little things becoming great. A diminutive elf of unknown origins comes in the stillness of night, bringing joy to children throughout the world. A rejected reindeer becomes his brothers' guide. Kids steal the spotlight, while dutiful parents burn the midnight oil to get the stockings hung and presents all in place. And, for the fortunate, snow falls. Christmas grows white as tiny crystalline snowflakes cling together, descending silently like feathers from heaven's angels, blowing in by the billions from the far corners of winter and blanketing the barren earth.
Increased education requirements + no money = how California does business.
I admire the Manteca Firefighters Association and their dedication to raising funds for the Muscular Dystrophy Association.
Forget that fences make good neighbors.
I was shocked, saddened, and angered the other day when I read that some crazy guy in Santa Barbara had killed six innocent people before taking his own life.
What does $12.3 million buy?
Are libraries relevant?
Around 10 years ago – I believe that time is accurate, because as I grow older, time speeds up immensely – I took my mother to the Veteran's Administration outpatient clinic in Redding for an appointment. I remember looking at the clientele in the waiting room thinking how when the waves of post-war casualties from our then- (and now-) current conflict starting hitting the VA system how much it would be overrun and over-burdened.