Remember, tonight is a fundraising dinner for Madera Community Hospital Foundation.
Gravy by the Slice
Life as seen from the perspective of a longtime Maderan.
Earlier this week, Leon Emo wrote in his column about the Easter of 1967 and its signaling the beginning of the end of the good times for him in San Francisco. That was the Easter of my 12th year.
As you can imagine I get a lot of emails. Some are from readers and others are from friends. I recently received a message from one of my girlfriends that I feel compelled to share.
With tears in my eyes, I read the eulogy written for Van Neely by my colleague Leon Emo. He and Leon shared a love for the desert that frankly I don’t understand.
As you’re reading this, I am sitting in a field of four-leaf clovers waiting for the rain to subside and the sun to come out so I can follow the ensuing rainbow to my pot of gold.
On Monday family and friends will gather at Jay Chapel to say goodbye to civic leader Dick Dal Cerro.
Pop music icon Davy Jones died of a heart attack this week. The short British heartthrob from the manufactured original boy band The Monkees fueled the fantasies of many young girls my age.