Starting this week, I’m going to Harvard University — sort of. To be exact, Harvard is going to me.
Mostly excerpts of columnists published in The Madera Tribune.
One of the goofiest reports I’ve read is by the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation talking about how many calories the American food industry has cut out of its products.
The doctor came to Madera in April 1877, when the town was just six months old. The young, upstart village then consisted of 25 buildings, most of them dwellings.
“Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing.”
— Psalms 2:1
While driving to and from Sacramento on Tuesday, I noticed a proliferation of an electronic sign the likes of which I had not seen.
When I asked dozens of runners why they run, I expected to receive generic answers such as, “it keeps me healthy,” and “it clears my mind.” Then I read an email that brought me to tears.
The end of December and early January is usually a downtime in the co-dependent businesses of government and news, replete with vacation breaks for many.