Opinion

I saw this line on social media and I loved it so much. Too many people in the free world complain about where they live, banter on about what they don’t care for in that place — the politics, the weather, the terrain or...

If you find the time to read my weekly scribbling, you know that I have a love affair with Gonzales. I really love this town and all the inhabitants. The other day I was musing over my coffee when I got to thinking about why...

Are you getting any older? Do you often go into a room and forget what it was that called your name? How about sports? Do you still get as much out of running as you once did? I don’t mean playing a game, where...

To the Editor: May 4, 2004, was the day our lives changed forever. That was the day we found our son, Ricky, murdered. Anyone who loved Ricky will never recover from that horrible day. His sons had to grow up without their father; Ricky’s brother...

I don’t know if I will see you or speak to you before Good Old Santa comes sliding down the chimney. I like to tell folks “Merry Christmas” during this holiday. I sometimes forget to say it if the conversation is short. But most of...

The end of life is a funny old time, isn’t it. Not that we really know when that is. But, as your muzzle gets greyer and your eyes a tad more cloudy, there becomes a time when you can no longer be considered “middle...

It’s that time of year; nearly the end of the year, another 12 months in the vault of my life. As I flick back through my diary of the past months, I am amazed by how much was jammed into most hours of each...

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...

How was your Memorial Day? It is always a somber time for me. I always spend some time each day of the past week thinking about the men who are longer with us. When I think of that, I remember that it wasn’t just...

A few weeks ago I asked you, dear readers, about your first memory. I wanted to know who might be reading my words and allow me to know how you might have grown up. No name, no address or anything really that you don’t...