Opinion

He became quite the character of sorts, a fixture on the rather rough and tumble Nestles Road in Soledad, surrounded by rough ground and abandoned buildings. If you happened to pass by during the latter part of an afternoon, you might see him sitting...

It’s that time of year; nearly the end of the year, another 12 months in the vault of my life. As I flick back through my diary of the past months, I am amazed by how much was jammed into most hours of each...

My dog rescue efforts started a long time ago. I would pick up strays on the roads of the country or streets of the city and not know exactly what to do with them. Finally, I created an area of our property where I...

Greetings on the last day of 2025. And what a year it has been. As I look back on this year, I think about what those of us in our senior years, that being anyone 70 years old and up, have seen happen in...

You know what I don’t like, let me tell ya what I don’t like. I don’t like all these little shortcuts that have infested the King’s English in past few years. I have had to be aware of how to use words as I...

The Pops! are coming, the Pops! are coming! In fact, by the time you read this, they may already be in town. I’m talking about the Monterey County Pops! Symphony Orchestra (and those are not typos, the name includes the exclamation point after Pops;...

I have set aside my regular column this week, a little story about me and my dog in Arroyo Seco, nicely told in my humble opinion, but still just a little story; it will wait for another time. What prompted the change was my...

It was a long time ago. I had just moved into my office and it was infested with mice. Though I loved the classic lines of my building — less the lack of heating and cooling — the hardwood floors and the character and...

I will remember this month, this May of 2024, as one of journalistic chaos and don’t you wanna know why? Let me tell you why; and in the telling offer up a plea of “guilty with prejudice” to the charge of Unwarranted Opinion. If one...

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...