Opinion

You knew it was going to happen. What’s that? You didn’t know. Well, let me tell you it’s true! Last week I got on my soapbox about taxes, and since it’s April, why not continue my rant.  Instead of working on helping “We the People,”...

My wife is pretty much the center of my life. She is constantly giving me gifts of items that I may have mentioned in a casual conversation weeks or even months ago. Oftentimes it is a great surprise and something that I would treasure...

I was going to finish my traveler tales this week — my account of when we went to pay homage to the Queen of England and then what we did after that — but I got distracted. No, I felt the need to paint...

To the Editor: About this time each year our national media will start reminiscing about the assassination of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy. And like others, I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard what happened on the streets of...

It was almost exactly one o’clock in the afternoon on the first day of April when the window blinds in the studio began to move and that was the first indication that the Valley winds have once again arrived for their annual blow. It...

I spent most of the day on Saturday cleaning out my garage, and I don’t know if I will finish before the weekend is over. Funny how I keep watching the detritus get taller and taller. I keep telling myself that I will be...

Many people view doctors as experts in the science of medicine, but there is an art to the practice as well. Underlying this art are the therapeutic, human-to-human relationships that doctors build with their patients. On March 30, Mee Memorial Healthcare System takes the time...

Let me tell you about a local organization. They number upwards of 70 members who sponsor or involve themselves in everything from maintenance of forest trails to acting as parking monitors for Laguna Seca races to assisting Santa Claus and his helpers in making...

We last saw each other when we were quite young. She showed me photos of herself frozen in time in my childhood cottage. It was definitely her, but I had no memory of it. But there’s something about family ties that makes it not...

“The Arroyo Seco River begins its life far atop the Santa Sierra Range of Monterey County where its headwaters rapidly flow downward through gorges of solid rock cut deep by millennia of erosion then wends its way eastward along beaches lined by sycamore and...