Manteca's cozy lounge bar was locked up and put behind bars on Monday.
Thomas the Tank Engine was sad.
Talk about bursting my (champagne) bubble.
On this heavily-traveled stretch of rural road, amid thorny bushes, broken glass and snake holes, lays a memorial for Brian Niederbrach.
I am underwater.
Question: What do the now defunct Soviet Politburo and the Manteca City Council have in common?
The Twin Tunnels propaganda is a classic case of double talk.
Welcome back, kids.
"The city isn't dedicating a transit station; they're dedicating a community meeting hall."
The Rose Motel is no more. The Moffat Boulevard standard for decades has a new name: Inn by the Station. It's a nod to the fact the motel is located across the street from the City of Manteca's new $8.3 million Manteca Transit Center.
Dilapidated trailers. Debris stacked in piles. A rundown picket fence. And on some days there are more shopping carts than at a Dollar General Store.
Thirty years later, I still remember the presentation.
Twice neighbors have prevented me from becoming a crime victim.
Just because something is old doesn't make it historical.
There was a time before color TV and princess phones that prehistoric creatures such as San Diego Mayor Bob Filner would simply be called a cad for his transgressions.
There is one "river" flowing at full capacity as California enters its third year of drought.
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 . . .