Opinion

I landed at London Heathrow Airport, as I have done many times these past 37 years. I checked into my fave airport hotel — the Hilton Garden Airport Hotel at Terminal 2 and relaxed for the rest of the day, culminating in a delicious...

To the Editor: We’re saying “NO!” NO to the unlawful and cruel detention and deportation of our hard-working neighbors whose only crime was pursuing the American dream. The majority of ICE targets are hard-working contributors to the local economy and society. What is being unleashed on all...

Driving into the Correctional Training Facility at Soledad and you are reminded of how a secure institution can be. Acres of barren land, no trees, double high-wire fences, guard towers. And that’s how it should be, we know that. But head over to the...

As we gather during the holidays and bid farewell to another year under the shadow of the pandemic, I wanted to shine a light on all the good I see around me every day. As I close out my second year as Mee Memorial Healthcare...

To the Editor: As confusion grows throughout the land, and respect for others, the rule of law, and all that we thought we had loses to expanding tyranny, I ponder the words read in countless churches this Sunday from the Gospel of Luke: “Blessed are you...

Things have sure been happening fast, haven’t they? No trouble finding all sorts of things to write about. My blushing bride asked me to write only good pleasant things or humorous things and I tried. Honest! It’s difficult to write happy things when our...

It has been a long time since we had a pig in the family. You read that correctly. Back in 2011, when my daughter was young, she raised an award-winning pig for the Salinas Valley Fair through the high school 4-H Club. For rookies...

As some of you are aware, I had occasion to be in the Orradre Building down at the Salinas Valley Fairgrounds the other eve and one person in attendance at the affair — she had not been in the building in years — commented...

For those of us with multiple decades behind us as we continue our personal journeys toward some inevitable end, it seems the compulsion increases to reminisce about the time known as the Holiday Season. Or maybe it is just me. How the marked days at...

I was attending a baseball game on the Greenfield Elementary School grounds when a car pulled up next to the entrance gate on 10th Street. It was a black four-door Ford, just like the ones the FBI drove on television, with two men in...