Opinion

It’s kind of strange to start a column like that, but I have been struck with a book I have been reading and I haven’t even finished the first chapter. It’s called “Hillbilly Elegy,” by J.D. Vance. This is the guy the Republicans have...

Having left our children at Billings Airport and no doubt shed a couple of tears, we shall be staying at the Laughing Horse Lodge, which just begs you to stay there no matter what. Actually, the very reason I do want very much to...

I have been writing about my life and my town for a long time if you follow me on a regular basis. I have shared my travels and my thoughts, some appreciated and some have brought condemnation. It gets harder and harder to write...

Wishing we had more time, wishing for one more day, another hour with a person before they leave us and move to another sphere — this is not an unfamiliar concept to most. Loss is all part of love, no doubt about it. You...

I told you I’d come back, and I did. I did not say that I would keep coming back. I miss you being here, translating for me. I miss you laying down the law and providing the guidelines over here. I miss you. Period. I...

Crossing Nevada is similar to my memory of crossing Texas. It goes on forever. And just when you think it has to end, it carries on. Acres of mining, solar panels and corrections. Electricity poles line the freeway for miles, as if there were...

As I get back into the swing of things here in South Valley, I want to offer up some random thoughts, or comments, garnered from notes taken over the past few weeks both here at home and on the road. The first observation is...

It took me forever to get a college degree. Really. It was nearly 30 years and over 330 miles apart — from September of 1970 when I enrolled as a drama major at Hartnell in Salinas until March of 2000 before I got an...

You know there are times in your life when bad things happen to you through the years that never leave you. Things that seem to never go away are forgotten when one finds love from his neighbors and family. I have to be honest....

On a recent bright and warm Thursday afternoon, I strolled through our campus, surrounded by Folklorico dancers moving to lively music in their vibrant skirts, with ribbons woven into their braided hair. Latiné artists showcased their drawings, earrings and postcards. Students enjoyed free pupusas...