Opinion

I remember when the wall speaker above Mr. Spears desk made that squawking, scratchy noise it made just before a voice came over and said “Mr. Spears, please send Steve Wilson to the office.” Great, now what? The “office” was of course the office of...

The perfect day was on order for the chosen celebration of life of our very own valley girl. Blissful sunlight through the oaks on River Road was on the menu, as was some delightful company. I arrived on top of some very ripe vines...

To the Editor: South Monterey County has seen tremendous growth over the past few years. There are new housing developments in every city. There is an increase in shopping opportunities and all of this is good.  But one area has not kept up with the growth....

“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...

It was well over a year ago that I found myself completely disgusted with myself. After a period of holiday debauchery, I could not believe the paunch in front of me. It was mine; all mine. Fortunately, my bathroom mirror only showed as far...

I don’t know how the whole thing began, but it happened on Thanksgiving Day of 1969. My friend Dennis was a motorcycle rider, and for one reason or other I was going to ride one of his smaller bikes from Point A to Point...

With the world starting to reopen, we were hoping to have a bit of a newsie reunion. Several of us from the newspaper industry had remained friends over the years, enabled by the easiness of social media and genuine friendships that survived the test...

Well, hello there! Did you miss me last week? I hope so because I missed that I had to get a column written. Sometimes I just can’t get everything done. Especially when I feel like a battalion of Ukrainian soldiers had camped out on...

Driving into the Correctional Training Facility at Soledad and you are reminded of how a secure institution can be. Acres of barren land, no trees, double high-wire fences, guard towers. And that’s how it should be, we know that. But head over to the...

When I came to Gonzales, it was a wonderful little town built around the splitting of Highway 101 and closing off development to the south. Almost every citizen knew each other, and businesses that had been thriving for years on Highway 101 began to...