Opinion

This week’s headline is bit light-hearted, I thought it would help ease you folks into helping out with a situation here in Salinas Valley that for many is not a light subject at all. I am talking about the long closure of San Lorenzo...

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Hello again, dear reader! It’s been the better part of a decade since I was a member of the South County Newspapers crew (now known as New SV Media). I’m happy to return to writing about and photographing the many events and stories of SoMoCo. Those of you...

I made an honest effort at reciting words I learned years ago only to find that I had left out three sections, just a few words, but those omissions were as integral and important as any others. I am talking about the preamble to...

Welcome to August, which is National Back to School Month. Monterey County Free Libraries is eager to support students of all ages with their academic and learning needs in the libraries and through our online resources. 1. All MCFL branch libraries function as Student Support...

To the Editor: I appreciate that the Rustler has the good sense to carry two columnists who make the newspaper interesting. In today’s world, I think that is somewhat unusual. And I, along with others, would like to see this continue, good journalism. Both are family men...

To the Editor: The first time I experienced the highly skilled and professional services of the Mee Memorial Hospital Emergency Department, it was all my fault. I had dumped my motorcycle out on Oasis Road and literally left my Shakespearean “pound of flesh” on the roadway. Battered and...

I began this column at 4 a.m. last Thursday and expect to finish sometime in the next 84 hours or so, at which time my goal is to give a brief recitation of this past weekend. But first I want to talk about asphalt....

“You’re here.” I hear your whisper. It comes down on a wisp of wind from the mountains above your home. Where your shell now lies still, and your spirit is at peace. Once listless and always searching, you finally slowed your quest to live...

I recall so clearly the simplicity of the holidays when we were young. We would show up and be fed and presented with presents, as it were. (Occasionally I would help Mum with the wrapping, but that was about the extent of my responsibilities.)...