Opinion

The past couple of weeks were filled with One Thing or Another and now I find myself in a predicament of words, one thousand of them to be exact. This happens to all of us once in a while, and whether it is This...

So here we are again, another week of political intrigue. The State of California or maybe the Federal Government has come up with another tax. I can’t tell you how much this tax is going to be, but you can be sure that the...

Anybody want a humongous house for 12 people, three nights in Bozeman, Mont.? A 49ers game with parking for four (oh, yes please … wait. I was outbid). How about a seven-day stay in Copper Mountain, Co.? A 48-hour wild pig hunt, maybe, or...

When I began writing this week’s column I had it in my mind, and in my notes, to cover high school stage productions, local law armory and a couple other short pieces. But, as the old saying goes, “stuff happens” (paraphrased for publication) and...

When you meet someone for the first time, do you ever notice a person’s shoes or boots? I always do. Not just a man’s footwear, but women’s shoes and boots too! In my family we polished our shoes because we didn’t get a lot...

For members of previous generations, a “wakeup call” meant having a hotel employee ring their room at a certain time to rouse them from bed. Today the term is used when we’ve been doing something self destructive for some time (perhaps without realizing it)...

“We’ll be moving to Montana,” she said matter of fact. “How exciting, darling!” I expressed and, yes, it would be exciting for them. For me too, as I would have a new place to visit. I recall so clearly, when I moved to the Central...

I am a senior citizen. There is no getting around that, no matter how much I attempt to mitigate the fact. I know this because of what society tells me with progressive programs, private sector directives and legislations starting with age 55 years when...

Well, hello! Did you miss me last week? Yeah, I know that you need my column so you can have something to put on the bottom of your birdcage. I could lie to you with some far-fetched excuse about why I missed the deadline, but...

When I first moved to this little farm town, we had no proper grocery store, just corner markets. Actually, we boasted no larger stores at all! We had to travel to Greenfield to shop at Nob Hill or buy everything in Salinas before we...