Opinion

I want to take a moment of your time to tell you how much I have enjoyed writing of my life and my thoughts. I guess there are many reasons a person would do this. I was not sure if anyone would care about...

“It’s OK for the young people,” she said. “They have all the time in the world. Us oldies don’t have a year to waste sitting around the house and waiting to start up life again…” Initially I felt sad for this older lady and...

(This essay recounting an automobile excursion from the Midwest to the Florida archipelago in the Gulf of Mexico is offered by an amateur writer from central California. American Travelogue Magazine does not by habit publish articles other than submissions by professional travel writers, but...

I was reading about the origins of Christmas and the various ways the day is celebrated around the world. It is a day with a history that originally involved more than a few countries and belief systems. What we know today as Christmas has...

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...

To the Editor: I’m writing to encourage King City voters to vote YES on Measure T on the Nov. 5 ballot. Measure T is an effort to increase our city sales tax by one-half cent, bringing us in line with most other cities in Monterey County. Currently,...

Do you have a favorite candy bar? I know that doesn’t open up conversation that is important. I mean, it’s important, but probably just to me. I love candy, all kinds of candy. The other reason I ask is that I’m really wondering if...

We worked together at the Salinas newspaper. When I say, “worked together,” she was on the computer side of things and I worked in advertising and management; plus, it was a huge building. In other words, she fixed what I broke. We didn’t know each other really,...

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...

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...