Opinion

It is never easy to come up with the words for this column; there are so many issues and topics that one can become so overwhelmed trying to find one or two subjects to write about that the end result is writer’s block. Happens...

While King City’s homeless problem is fortunately not as severe as in many larger cities, homelessness has become a growing issue and too many people in the community are without basic shelter needs.  The extent of the problem is particularly concerning when considering the number...

Are you still saying “Happy New Year?” I suppose that you are tired of saying that to your friends or neighbors. I always say it for the first few days of the New Year. I don’t know why, just something to say while the ticking...

The other day my wife’s cousin and his wife gave me a little book of memoirs written by a young man who had been drafted into the Army during the Vietnam War. I sat down to read a few chapters and it got me...

To the Editor: Dear residents, your support is crucial for our city’s future. Measure T is a vital sales tax measure designed to continue the progress we’ve made in enhancing our infrastructure, expanding recreational opportunities and improving our safety. By voting yes on Measure T, you’ll help...

Today is one of those days where the memories came flooding in. I got up and dressed in my usual attire — sweater, light jacket and paratrooper boots. That’s when I saw it, a Jump Certificate from Sky Dive Monterey. The name on the...

It had been a long time coming. Our newsie friend moved from California a few decades back and had been asking us to come and visit for the longest time. There was always a reason we couldn’t make it. Why couldn’t we make it?...

I had an occasion this week to walk across town. My roommate reminded me that she had walked our best friend, Ranger, for the past couple of days and she would appreciate some assistance. She was pretty busy today working with the American Legion...

I can only attribute it to wedding brain or, perhaps, the sad story of the lost memory. The last few weeks running up to my daughter’s wedding were borderline insane — the details, followed by more details, checks and rechecks, lists made and lost....

It seemed as if it should be simple enough. Used to be that way. I wanted to go to my hometown of my home country and sprinkle the ashes of my oldest friend’s mother on the sea wall, where we used to hang out...