Opinion

During the course of my Senate campaign, I did my best to visit communities throughout this big, beautiful state and get to know the people who have brought such drive, talent, ingenuity, and perseverance to every field of endeavor. I made a particular point...

Goodwill has celebrated the power of work since it formed in Boston back in 1919. The nonprofit’s founder Rev. Edgar J. Helms had a simple idea — fight poverty not with charity, but with trade skills — and provide a chance for the poor...

Ever wanted to live in the High Desert? Palmdale fence-to-fence with properties for sale. Large slabs of land, owner financing, free with a rebate, you name it. Bet you could get huge chunk for a really good price too! Two snags — it would...

I have mentioned often about my young life in Wasco and the field work I did before I left for the military. Well, it occurred to me this morning that you might have thought I was a deprived young man. To the contrary, I...

Well, folks, I finally, after two aborted attempts in past years, made it to Dealy Plaza to visit the place where President Kennedy was murdered way back in November of 1963. Named for George Bannerman Dealy (1859-1946), a newspaper man who rose to civic...

This had been a long time in the making. The last time we did “Grandmas Gone Wild” in Vegas was only just post-pandemic and things were a little different back then. I’m not what you would call a gambler, per se, but I do...

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...

To the Editor: I appreciate that the Rustler has the good sense to carry two columnists who make the newspaper interesting. In today’s world, I think that is somewhat unusual. And I, along with others, would like to see this continue, good journalism. Both are family men...

One late afternoon some years ago I stood among rows of uniformly sized brass markers placed with military precision in the grass at the Riverside National Cemetery. At my feet was my father’s marker, and this was my annual pilgrimage to his final resting...

Have you ever asked yourself, “What do I want to be when I grow up?” For those of you who know me, you might say I’m still trying to figure that out. I come from humble means and always wanted to make my mom...