Opinion

It was very late by the time we headed south for our annual shopping weekend in Paso Robles. There is something about traveling south that is always so relaxing, even during the very busy holiday weekends. As you leave King City behind, the valley...

Nearly naked knees collide beneath the covers as cops and bad guys wrestle repeatedly on a motel bed. Lovers, doughnuts and bagpipes are involved too! The comedy is nonstop in this play by Paul Smith Slade. Our Stage Hands are acknowledged masters of the...

There are many things that drive me crazy about this country; but the lack of opportunity is not one of them. I have always known that I can do whatever I want to do here, when I set my mind to it. Years ago, I...

Local column by George Worthy

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you” is an old adage most of us have heard with full understanding of its meaning. It only makes sense, providing one has any sense, to refrain from damaging that which makes survival possible. Now, after reading the...

Years ago, I’d never received the memo that you work for your life and not the other way around. Gradually as the grey hairs grew and the wisdom pearls hatched a little from dusty eggs of experience, I realized that most of us are...

I couldn’t think what to do with myself. My baby girl was lying in a hospital bed with a broken back when she should have been enjoying the vacation of a lifetime in Montana. She was heavily drugged and monitored. She slept a lot...

It is our family custom, after the passing of a loved one, that we gather together and celebrate the life of that person. Whether it be in church or not, this ceremony of sorts provides closure, for want of a better word. The breaking...

To the Editor: Attention: South County animal lovers! Are you aware that when your city animal control officer picks up stray kittens and dogs, they have only temporary facilities to hold them? If the animal is not claimed by an owner, and, let’s face it, stray...

“No doubt the universe will unfold as it should,” I tell my husband (sort of citing my favorite poem “Desiderata”). This was after we returned home from our neighbor’s place up the hill. Most times you go to neighboring homes and receive tomatoes or...