First, let me thank you for all the emails, calls and best wishes on my retirement from the Parks Department.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
As the Doors song leads off, “This is the end,” but not to you good folks.
The third in a four-part series of the author’s memories of San Francisco 1967 and the Summer of Love.
Our annual get-together called the Madera District Fair is in full swing with bright lights, fun rides, exhibits, food and drink.
Boy does that go together, but more on that later.
I know all of you have been rushing home after work, or cutting short your vacations, to watch the Republican National Convention in Tampa, Fla.
This humble scribe is still receiving correspondence on my story on F Street (Gateway Drive) and my bike ride way back when. A wonderful, and lengthy, handwritten letter from Carol L.