“Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree.” Well, it wasn’t yellow, as in the Tony Orlando & Dawn song, but purple, and it wasn’t just oak trees, but elm, willow, pine, all sorts of trees, deciduous an
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
Egg on my face. This meager scribe does a pretty good job of that between the times I put my size 10s in my mouth.
A cherished friend, Ronn Dominici, held true to his promise while I was recuperating in the hospital. “I’ll take you to your desert anytime you are ready,” he said.
After Wednesday’s catbox and a not too flattering item about the Chicago Cubs, this columnist received a few emails from distraught Cubs fans, and a message (via her husband, Galen) from longtime Cubby (not
Well, that long, long, too long season known as baseball has begun.
I recently saw a man on the boob-tube wearing camouflage and spouting how home militias not only will save our country, but return rule, to paraphrase his words, “to a certain race of people as it was during
This may sound like a Red Line item, but at least you know who it is from and not someone anonymous.