Opinion

I told you I’d come back, and I did. I did not say that I would keep coming back. I miss you being here, translating for me. I miss you laying down the law and providing the guidelines over here. I miss you. Period. I...

June is Men’s Health Month, a perfect time to focus on men’s health and to raise awareness about the importance of preventative health practices for men, boys, and their families. In our fast-paced world, men’s health can often take a backseat. Men between the ages of...

To the Editor: The free Lockwood and San Lucas Community Drop-Off Event, recently provided by Waste Management and Monterey County, offered a huge bonus to our rural area. Many services available in urban areas are not repeated rurally, largely because of higher costs and lower density....

I think this is a time for confessions. I don’t want you to know about all my transgressions, but I will admit I am a Hedonist. Good grief! That looks pretty bad if you don’t know the definition. I actually discovered the meaning of...

“You’re here.” I hear your whisper. It comes down on a wisp of wind from the mountains above your home. Where your shell now lies still, and your spirit is at peace. Once listless and always searching, you finally slowed your quest to live...

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...

“Yours is the last dad,” she stated emphatically. Yes. All my friends’ dads have passed away. Of our generation, there is one mother and one father remaining on the planet and then we will be the top generation. That is a rather sobering thought. On...

I cannot recall the first time I learned about The Great Depression of my parent’s generation, but I do remember their stories of that time in American history. As early as elementary school we watched period newsreels depicting unemployed workers in soup kitchen lines,...

For the readers who have been reading my thoughts for the past few years, you will be happy to know that my old ’56 Ford F-100 is finally on the road. Of course, it isn’t completely finished as I would like it to be...

OK, so I’m 21 years old and I’m driving this flatbed dooley along the horseshoe canal and two guys come running toward me frantically waving their arms, and because I know these young men, I stop the vehicle. Good opening sentence, huh? Let me...