There is something delightfully sinful about jogging in the rain.
I'll probably be the last one sending Christmas cards via snail mail.
When times are tough, like they are right now with the economy in a condition worse than a beggar's tattered clothes, all you hear are gloom-and-doom stories about businesses in financial ruin, families losing their homes to foreclosures and people losing their jobs.
Standing at a graveside memorial service on a cold and damp morning last week brought a half century of memories into perspective with the passing of Patsy Murphy Phillips.
Taking the bus downtown was always a special occasion.
The name Dan Bunz may not ring a bell with many folks in Manteca unless you're a die-in-the-wool San Francisco 49er fan.
At the age of 13 my parents allowed me to go visit relatives in Florida on Christmas break.
Talk isn't cheap.
Jonelle Mungcal credits her love for reading as part of her recent Spelling Bee success.
I've never used Airbnb. I'm not proud of my failure to dive into the sharing economy. I know it's largely a function of middle age - I don't want to sleep in a stranger's spare bedroom, even if it's cheap - and of years of parlaying hotel rewards programs to my advantage. My first reaction when I heard about ride service startups Uber and Lyft was that they enjoy an unfair advantage over cabbies, who have to jump through hoops and pay huge fees to do what "sharing" kids do on the fly.
I figured the Texas lineup of Sen. Ted Cruz, Gov. Rick Perry, and a carnival sideshow of far-right Congress critters assured my state the glory of being the hands-down winner of the 2014 blue-ribbon prize for "Goofiest Politicos in America."
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