Opinion

This is confession time. We columnists sometimes have difficulties coming up with an article that will be enjoyed by you, the reader. Something on the page that peaks your interest. Or something about the guys that are supposed to be running our country, about...

Local column by Joanne Banuelos

Ever wanted to live in the High Desert? Palmdale fence-to-fence with properties for sale. Large slabs of land, owner financing, free with a rebate, you name it. Bet you could get huge chunk for a really good price too! Two snags — it would...

According to English language experts, the phrase “Third time the charm” dates back to the 1800s in Old Britain when the number 3 was thought to be fortuitous, and whenever it appeared at a significant time in a person’s life, it would bring good...

In England, the shops are now full of Christmas crackers — every shape and size and decoration of cracker can be found, lining the shelves of every grade of Christmas area — from low to high end. “Oh, you must take some crackers home!”...

In just a few weeks, I’ll have to come up with a new excuse to keep from doing any chores around the house. I know you have heard this before, but this is my last semester (I hope) at school. The way it is...

The next two week’s Funny Papers were about one-third written; they touched upon two subjects of which I had enough knowledge to write first drafts and then follow up with first-hand information. But a nagging little pain in my neck on Thursday morn had...

Each year during the first full week of May, Goodwill organizations across the U.S. and Canada celebrate Goodwill Industries Week to highlight a crucial mission — transforming lives and communities through the power of education and employment. For more than 60 years, Goodwill Central Coast...

I woke up this morning thinking about what I should be thinking about. I just sat in front of the flickering screen until my love walked through the room and asked if I had a subject picked out yet. So I picked up the...

Here is a little story about one little incident back in my days of riding motorized two-wheeled transports, also known as motorcycles. Like many of my stories, this one takes place in Greenfield back in the halcyon days of teenhood. (Hey, if there can...