Opinion

I will remember this month, this May of 2024, as one of journalistic chaos and don’t you wanna know why? Let me tell you why; and in the telling offer up a plea of “guilty with prejudice” to the charge of Unwarranted Opinion. If one...

For members of previous generations, a “wakeup call” meant having a hotel employee ring their room at a certain time to rouse them from bed. Today the term is used when we’ve been doing something self destructive for some time (perhaps without realizing it)...

“Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got, taking a break from all your worries sure would help a lot. Wouldn’t you like to get away? Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name, and they are always glad...

I ventured up to Greenfield the other day with the intent of doing a quick scan of Oak Avenue and El Camino Real where sits, on the northwest corner, the old Ioppini Building, or the Beyer Building, or The Economy Market — old-timers take...

I don’t know how the whole thing began, but it happened on Thanksgiving Day of 1969. My friend Dennis was a motorcycle rider, and for one reason or other I was going to ride one of his smaller bikes from Point A to Point...

The Covid-19 pandemic has dominated the headlines for 18 months — and rightly so. But there is another respiratory virus that still demands our full attention. I’m referring to the all-too-common influenza, a viral infection that can be deadly, especially in high-risk groups. The flu...

To the Editor: As we gather with family and friends to celebrate the Thanksgiving feast of abundance, let’s take a moment to acknowledge those among us who struggle, particularly our immigrant neighbors. Facing uncertainty, and sometimes downright hatred, let’s not forget today’s “least among us.” Reach out to...

You know you are middle-aged, or frankly on the wrong side of the bridge, if you get excited about a dump trailer. It’s a long story; but we’ll just call him Scotty. Right at the beginning of our home remodel of sorts, we looked...

Readers will recall last week’s column left off with my first solo truck run to the other valley to gather grape rootings for transplant here on the Oasis Road development we now know as San Bernabe Vineyard. Before we head over the hills, though,...

Wishing we had more time, wishing for one more day, another hour with a person before they leave us and move to another sphere — this is not an unfamiliar concept to most. Loss is all part of love, no doubt about it. You...