Opinion

How are you doing? Still staying in the house? It’s getting a little old, don’t you think? I guess we just have to remember something that was told to me when I was elected to the council. We were in Sacramento for some classes...

We all have what we nostalgically refer to as our “hometown,” that place where we spent maybe not the most years of our lives but surely the years we recall with sharpest memory; and as decade follows decade the people and places we knew...

Always look on the bright side... Easier said than done, I know. These have been some unprecedented months in the life of a year — and we haven’t even made it to six of the blessed things yet! I recently found myself popping into the...

If you happen to be at the Soledad Pool (or, more correctly the Soledad-Mission Recreation District) at about 6 a.m., you will see Coach Tessa and her student athletes. Mostly I catch sight of them when I am racing in for water aerobics at...

I was going to finish my traveler tales this week — my account of when we went to pay homage to the Queen of England and then what we did after that — but I got distracted. No, I felt the need to paint...

Mapping it on from Billings was a bit of a wrench for our boy Aaron, since you can never see everyone you want to when you go home; though he did manage to connect with two grandmas, a grandpa and an uncle in the...

During the last several months of Covid — or the ongoing lifetime of this pandemic, depending on how you feel about it — people and dogs seem to have become even closer. Record adoption levels at shelters were noted the world over. People needed...

We all live in a brainiac world, to be sure, but the heart remains the emotional, spiritual center of our being. It’s still such a symbol of love and emotion, with our language sprinkled with metaphors invoking the heart as the source of empathy,...

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...

Way back in the mid-60s when just a lad in Greenfield, I owned a “skurfboard”; you read that correctly, a skurfboard. This was one of, if not the, earliest skateboards sold to an unaware public. The name an obvious combination of “skate” and “surf,”...