Opinion

If the first part of above appears as random numerical gibberish at first reading, that is expected, let me explain. America, along with other nations, refer to the Gregorian calendar to mark our time and have done so for millennia. How the calendar we...

Any opinion columnist, or letter writer, whose words appear in public is aware that there could be repercussions either laudatory in nature or quite the opposite with slings and arrows; such responses are met and dealt with either by response or with silence. A...

Deep in numb confusion that dulls the senses and creates quivers of fear for the sanity of the world and the civilized folk out in it, and during another white night of incredulity, with curdled brain, I toss and turn from hot to cool...

If one can say that driving through an area is visiting, then I visited with an old acquaintance the other day and it was good to meet up again. It was comforting to know that while both of us have aged, neither of us...

In 1940, American author Ernest Hemingway wrote a book named “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” It wasn’t his best book, but it had a few passages that reminded me this past week that he certainly had a way with words. The title of the...

To the Editor: On November’s ballot there will be a measure to increase the King City sales tax from 8.75% to 9.25%. This increase would bring us more in line with other towns in the valley. Up to now, so many improvements have been made in...

(Part III will finish up this story of the early days of grape growing in King City. We continue with the drive hauling grape rootings from Coalinga to King City over State Route 198.) About two miles westward out of Coalinga there begins an incline...

If you fail to study history, you are bound to repeat it. I don’t know where I read that. Maybe I didn’t, but it sure seems appropriate to today. The senile guy that we have to call president has seen fit to replay the...

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...

I must have missed the memo that day. It was an important one; the one that informed me that there would be no power at my house for three days. Perhaps it went to my husband’s phone and not my own, but somehow said...