It was late afternoon on April 4, 1968, in San Francisco when I first heard of the assassination of Martin Luther King.
Mostly excerpts of columnists published in The Madera Tribune.
The gray wolf wandering the mountains of California new probably would be amused at the fuss he is causing. He probably sees himself as a lonely bachelor, looking for love and something to eat.
Have you gotten into a healthy-eating rut? Are you looking for a way to rev up your diet? Then add an extra punch to your diet with some nutritionally charged foods.
It is with great sorrow and alarm that I read the headline in Friday’s Trib over the story of how the Madera City Council is laying the foundation to dissolve the Madera Redevelopment Agency.
Some folks have called about yesterday’s column suggesting that many if not most voters are political ignoramuses. Part of the column was a political quiz. The callers asked what the answers were.
At least one thing is true of all Maderans. In fact, this one thing is true of all Californians. Come to think of it, this one thing is true of every American.
Last meal? At least that’s what I’ll be getting next week from one of my favorite morning maidens at Black Bear. Always smiling waitress Inez Romero is headed for cowboy country or oil town — Bakersfield.