Opinion

This week’s issue of the Valley newspapers hits the stands three days from Sept. 11, 2021: the 20th anniversary of the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center, the Twin Towers, in lower Manhattan. Known colloquially as simply 9/11, it is a date etched...

They were the best of friends from a very young age. Though quite different — my sister was very bossy and her friend very sweet and accommodating — they were the ying to each other’s yang. I’m sure sister frequently got a good telling...

I received a bit of a scare the other day while riding my bike on San Antonio Drive, not from any near incident with a vehicle but from a sight I beheld near the skateboard park. I assumed that unaware to me the city...

I was up in the Arroyo Seco Canyon with a friend the other day, we had made our way down to the river, what there is of it, a stagnant pool here and there was about all; my friend oversees the property and we...

Always look on the bright side... Easier said than done, I know. These have been some unprecedented months in the life of a year — and we haven’t even made it to six of the blessed things yet! I recently found myself popping into the...

There is a lot of pain in the Worthy home today. I’m going to try and let you know what has been happening. I’m sure that I have told you in the past that my bride’s mother has been staying with us ever since...

So after last week where I told you of the wonder of living in Gonzales, you might have thought I was just putting words on the paper, and you would have been right. I do love this town, and now I want to illustrate...

Did you have a good Father’s Day this weekend? I think this was just about the best Father’s Day I have had in awhile. Of course I say that every year. They always seem to find a gift that I didn’t even know I...

“The Arroyo Seco River begins its life far atop the Santa Sierra Range of Monterey County where its headwaters rapidly flow downward through gorges of solid rock cut deep by millennia of erosion then wends its way eastward along beaches lined by sycamore and...

My friend and I have been writing the story of our shared childhood. I say “my friend” meaning my oldest friend in the whole world. The story goes that she fell into the boating pond in my hometown (all of 2 feet deep) when...