Opinion

Unless one has been living in a cave the past few years, one can’t help but notice the changes that have taken place in the downtown area of King City, as they are quite evident. Everything from color schemes to uniform awnings to colorful...

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...

Hospitals and local governments play a critical role in supporting the health and well-being of their local communities. But how do they determine which services, programs, or initiatives are most needed? Every three years, a Community Health Needs Assessment (CHNA) is conducted to determine the...

I love this holiday. The kids and grandkids and anybody that can’t make the trip during the year will call and ask for gas money so they can come. That’s cool because they are pretty precious to us and they show up even if...

You know you are middle-aged, or frankly on the wrong side of the bridge, if you get excited about a dump trailer. It’s a long story; but we’ll just call him Scotty. Right at the beginning of our home remodel of sorts, we looked...

When faced with an empty page and a brain to match with a deadline looming large on the near horizon, I usually just take a look back over the past week or two and draw upon a few random thoughts or experiences hoping it...

Exercise is one of the best activities you can engage in for long-term health. It is a powerful and natural tool that enhances vitality and well-being throughout life. It builds strong foundations in childhood, supports stress management and physical health in adulthood, and impacts...

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We should go, shouldn’t we? Shouldn’t we go? Life happens when you are busy making other plans. And isn’t that always the way. My mother-in-law, who had been suffering with Parkinson’s and dementia at my sister-in-law’s house in Oregon, had taken a bad fall...

My first car was a Renault 5 Gordini — black with red seats, never mind some rusty bits around the edges. My friend had a silver one with racing stripes; we were twinning. Sporty girls with our first rides. Babes. I had somehow paid...