Opinion

I’ve been on the tour circuit these past couple weeks. Not like a rock star tour circuit, but a circuit of sorts. For those of you who know me, you know I’m a writer not a speaker, so this concept has been a little...

While home confinement kept us safe during the worst of the pandemic, good health always begins with a regular routine of physical activity. The evidence is quite clear: Those who keep active demonstrate a decreased risk of chronic diseases and a more positive outlook...

What if they started a war and nobody showed up? These words went to a paper I wrote about 40 years ago while stationed at Fort Bragg, N.C. I was an instructor with the U.S. Army Institute for Military Assistance. I attended an evening...

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Having completed my bloods a month before, I boldly stroll into my primary doc’s office, waiting to hear the good news. I had been exercising, watching my carbs, exercising my good attitude (even more important than the body!) and watching the blood pressure. What...

Letters to the Editor | Published Sept. 19, 2018

For decades in the Salinas Valley, the short-handle hoe, known as “El Cortito,” was used for weeding and thinning rows of crops that kept farmworkers stooped over for long hours each day. Workers were only able to stand and stretch when they reached the...

How do you kickstart a quality healthcare system in a small agricultural town during one of the worst economic slumps in American history? Philanthropy and volunteerism, that’s how. King City opened the area’s first full-fledged hospital in 1941, with 22 beds in a single-story building...

“Hi honey, how is it going?” My bride and the lady that makes life worthwhile for me walked over from the front door and gave me a peck on the cheek as she headed on into the kitchen. I could feel my heart skip...

I don’t know how the whole thing began, but it happened on Thanksgiving Day of 1969. My friend Dennis was a motorcycle rider, and for one reason or other I was going to ride one of his smaller bikes from Point A to Point...