Opinion

When I was a lad I read the San Francisco Examiner’s renown columnist Herb Caen, the inventor of Three Dot Journalism; a form this column ofttimes mimics. Caen wrote his column as a series of items separated by ellipses … the word is Greek...

I was the co-founder of South County Animal Rescue (SCAR) back in January of 2016. At the time we were filling a large hole in animal rescue services in our area, and, since then, we have done over seven years of incredible work. Sadly, there...

Local column by George Worthy

There is an ancient writing wherein one of the main players, thee Main Player for many, upon His exit from this earthly realm exhorted his followers to “occupy ‘til I come.” So for the past 55 years I have occupied myself in more fields...

I am a senior citizen. There is no getting around that, no matter how much I attempt to mitigate the fact. I know this because of what society tells me with progressive programs, private sector directives and legislations starting with age 55 years when...

I couldn’t think what to do with myself. My baby girl was lying in a hospital bed with a broken back when she should have been enjoying the vacation of a lifetime in Montana. She was heavily drugged and monitored. She slept a lot...

I saw this line on social media and I loved it so much. Too many people in the free world complain about where they live, banter on about what they don’t care for in that place — the politics, the weather, the terrain or...

I feel I would be remiss if I did not mention some of my recent experiences in Switzerland, but there also are some issues and events here in South Valley, so I’ll attempt to split the column accordingly. After some short observations and experiences...

Way back in the mid-60s when just a lad in Greenfield, I owned a “skurfboard”; you read that correctly, a skurfboard. This was one of, if not the, earliest skateboards sold to an unaware public. The name an obvious combination of “skate” and “surf,”...

I remember when the wall speaker above Mr. Spears desk made that squawking, scratchy noise it made just before a voice came over and said “Mr. Spears, please send Steve Wilson to the office.” Great, now what? The “office” was of course the office of...