Opinion

This is my last Funny Papers Again column for the Valley newspapers, so if you have been a fan over the past couple of years then, well, just read slowly, I guess. More on this at the end of this column. Last Wednesday was the...

Local column by Joanne Banuelos

I have written prior about my past educational forays at college and university level, so I thought passing on standards of operation regarding television studio and field reporting may interest some. The field report, or onsite report, consists of two separate footages edited together...

Here we are, another week or month of information that we have compiled as we go through the days and nights of life. Today I would like to mention a new member of my family. No, it’s not me nor is it any of...

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I have often mentioned either here in words or in conversation that coming up with one thousand words every week, words that one hopes are more than just personal drivel, can be a bit daunting when subjects don’t readily come to mind. When I hit...

To the Editor: If ever there was a good example of why King City needs another major grocery store, it was Friday, July 22. Folks walking in the door at Safeway to do their weekend shopping were faced with a totally empty meat case. Not...

If you have read any of my scribbling over time, you know I’m a lifelong conservative. I don’t know exactly when I discovered this. Although I can’t remember much about politics until my platoon sergeant and I were sitting on the hood of a...

So I’m sitting in my favorite chair lacing up my tennis shoes when the phone rings. I’m only a little concerned because Lorraine pays all the bills and she has not advised me that we are in trouble. I look at the phone only...

There is something about the silence of an empty house that is so comforting it is almost not empty at all. When the voices have left the building, the last car door has slammed and the final cup of tea has been consumed, the...