Opinion

The agricultural stretch of California’s Central Coast along the Salinas Valley is often called the “Salad Bowl of the World,” and for good reason. It supplies over 60% of the nation’s lettuce and substantial portions of strawberries, spinach and broccoli. But beyond the fertile...

Well, folks, I finally, after two aborted attempts in past years, made it to Dealy Plaza to visit the place where President Kennedy was murdered way back in November of 1963. Named for George Bannerman Dealy (1859-1946), a newspaper man who rose to civic...

More than three decades ago, Cesar Chavez, founder of the first successful union for farmworkers, predicted a future in which the cities of California would be run by people who looked like him. “History and inevitability are on our side,” he said in one of his best-known...

There are few guarantees in life. One thing you can count on, however, is change. Constant change. I equate real estate with life. It’s always up and down, forever moving, seldom boring. I have now been working in California real estate for 20 years,...

The City Council recently took the first step in an effort that could potentially make King City a future leader of local clean energy production.

I love this time of year, when the “storm window” opens, the water possibilities increase ten-fold and the population of our desiccated West Coast becomes transfixed by weather and all her whims. “We are on the storm watch,” the forecaster whispers in spooky tones....

It is a fact that as the human body ages, noticeable changes take place on those parts that are visible, as accumulated years show on our bones and skin and teeth and hair. We who are over and above three score years are fully...

People are digging out maps and figuring out where this place is — Ukraine. Who are these people? They live so far away from us; aren’t we glad we are not them! They seem like a fiercely loyal people — they love their animals...

For this week’s column I had a nice little piece forming about how to get on national television and make a fool of one’s self; based on personal experience, of course. But a situation arose right in front of my nose, or at least...

I first met Lori Tuttle by chance — is anything actually by chance — at a craft vendor fair on Highway 68. She had a lovely stall of repurposed goods with a cowboy touch that she had lovingly restored. I was selling my books....