Opinion

It appears that I have passed another milestone in my life. I have lived long enough to be with my wife for 32 years. I almost didn’t make it, but you’ll see how it came out. Perhaps you too may recognize some of my...

As a last look at this year’s storms, I mention that social media users have leveled harsh criticism toward the many people who either blatantly disregarded signs or misjudged flood conditions that required rescue operations; some of these incidents resulted in death. To such...

Commentary by Steve Adams, City Manager, King City

After my most recent ranch accident when I smashed up my knee, forgot I was old and then started the long process of trying to heal several months later as I came to realize that my healing was going the unsuccessful way of old...

“How do you get rid of a hot tub?” You know, the plastic mini swimming pool that you couldn’t wait to get into and rid your old body’s aches and pain’s; the one that you spent your children’s inheritance convincing your wife that it...

You know, when you write a little story each week and try to keep the subjects fresh, there are times when you really have to sit back for a while so you can bring forth — through the keys on a computer keyboard —...

You cannot be in Idaho without thinking potato. For most of the uninformed world, that is its claim to fame. We noted on the map that husband’s tribe, The Blackfoot or Blackfeet tribe, had their own town of Blackfoot on our route and, not...

It’s that time of year again. At the end of a long, wet winter, we Californians are exhausted by the grey, the mud, the mess. We are tired of short days and rain and storms. Our bodies are depleted of vitamin D and our...

For the past few weeks I have been telling everyone I think cares to hear it that if they want to enjoy the Arroyo Seco River, they needed to do it posthaste, as that particular stream is going to die before the Fourth of...

For those of us with multiple decades behind us as we continue our personal journeys toward some inevitable end, it seems the compulsion increases to reminisce about the time known as the Holiday Season. Or maybe it is just me. How the marked days at...