The political equivalent of the San Andreas Fault has split California in half for years at the Tehachapi Mountains.
I am a registered Republican.
Some say the Manteca Bulletin reports too much crime and, as such, creates an unreasonable amount of anxiety about crime.
The real estate agent unlocked the door telling me to remember that it was a foreclosure.
Would you trade $100,000 a year for $1 million a year?
Boy Scouts of America do not ask prospective youth members about their sexual preference.
The city of Lathrop is concerned about blight and public safety. That's why it's opening bureaucratic doors to fast-track the solution to a problem that has long been a black eye in an area of town that is rich not only in historic legacy but also one that has a direct and immediate impact on hundreds of youngsters.
There's still plenty of gold in California's fertile dirt.
Is it reasonable to require those who are legally growing marijuana for legitimate medicinal purposes to do so inside a closed structure or face prosecution?
This past Wednesday - April 14 - was the day a typical Californian started working for their self instead of Sacramento and Uncle Sam.
Turlock, on the map?
Jerry Brown's Waterloo as a politician might just come from the corridors of Deuel Vocation Institution as well as the rest of California's prisons.
I don't much care for the world of politics and the opportunism that seems to thrive in that world.
Defense attorneys apparently don't like newspaper editors.
No one likes to pay taxes. It's a given.
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 . . .
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.