Are you jumping for joy yet?
The unexpected joys are sometimes the best at Christmas time as when I witnessed a unique sparkle that opened my eyes during a family dinner in San Diego – my niece expressing herself through her poetry.
I was born male.
I am not upset at Target.
Nagging is in. Big time.
Wood boring beetle larvae could trump human beings.
"Your post office box?"
Look around Manteca, or any town for that matter. You will see street lights not working because someone has pulled the copper wire.
There are feral pigs in San Jose.
This is a column about pants.
I am PepsiCo's worst nightmare.
First they turn Santa into an out-of-control eater that's doubled down as a couch potato gorging himself on cookies.
Steve K. Galson is the type of guy who'd leave Santa carrot juice and tofu strips.
Back when I was still driving a 1993 Chevy S-10 Blazer I was irked one year to discover my DMV renewal said I had to have a more expensive smog check done.
There's no nice way to say this.
Maytecafield. It's the perfect, idyllic community.
Want to get a warm fuzzy feeling?
Joy Stewart was 22-years-old.
The Stockton Area Atheists and Freethinkers are gathering tonight at 8 o'clock in the relative warm confines of the McFall Room of the Manteca Library for a lecture.
My father and my grandmother had a special relationship.
How much does a gallon of gas cost in taxes? Try 61.2 cents.
The Mexican government has slapped a 16 percent luxury tax on all processed dog food.
"Governors can't make rain."
Working as a barista, I have made it my goal to leave a positive impression if possible on every coffee-loving customer that comes my way in hopes of being a blessing to them. But recently the tables were turned and I found myself on the receiving end of blessing from one of my customers.
You might be a Mantecan if . . .