We all have heard little rules to live by, and depending on who you are, they may mean a lot to you or not much at all.
Mostly excerpts of columnists published in The Madera Tribune.
It was a bitter-sweet day for the young Italian woman. She was coming to America to be reunited with her husband.
First, let’s begin with the thanks I owe to all the readers who enjoyed my last column about the good times in the City by the Bay in 1967.
From noon onwards, dark clouds from the Mediterranean Sea had blanketed the metropolis of Jerusalem.
Ah, spring. The season that gives us glorious sunshine, wee baby animals, and marshmallow Peeps.