It has come to the attention of the Journal editorial department that there is some confusion about letters to the editor.
Sometimes those of us who are city-dwellers can take for granted the little conveniences that are inherent to living in town. Although I still remember the hardships of getting a pizza delivered to the extremely rural farmhouse I lived in as a teen - I had to walk a half mile to the end of the gravel road my house stood on to meet the delivery guy - it's been awhile since I've lived in the country.
Just when the reports of armed robbery and animal cruelty made me want to throw up my hands at my fellow man, my faith in humanity was restored. This transformation of belief occurred during a simple Sunday afternoon walk.
Beelzebub is roaming the streets of Turlock.
Growing up on the westside of Turlock, Rachel Rodriguez Grant had dreams of going to college and doing something big with her life. But she never thought in a million years she would end up overseeing the distribution of food for millions of people all over the world - or be shaking hands with the president of the United States of America.
I remember very clearly the first time I discovered that it's all too easy to skate around the rules to get what you want. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Mills, had assigned the class 20 math problems to do as homework.
While zoning out in front of the boob tube the other day, I heard a phrase uttered in a commercial that immediately woke me out of my vegetative state and started me thinking. I can't remember the exact wording, but it was something along the lines of "How will we remember the Great Recession?" I'm sure I have heard the economic troubles our country is facing today called the Great Recession in the past, but it never really registered until now.
Brad Brewster is glad to be home. After spending two weeks in Haiti as part of an International Medical Surgical Response Team deployed by the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, the Turlock man is thankful for the everyday conveniences that he had taken for granted before his eye-opening trip.
Thomas Wolfe had it right; you can't go home again.
Turlock resident Brad Brewster is used to caring for people in emergency situations. As a respiratory therapist at Doctors Medical Center in Modesto, he often sees patients who are struggling with serious breathing problems. Since being deployed to Haiti as part of an International Medical Surgical Response Team, however, Brewster has been putting his medical skills and ability to remain calm in an emergency to the test.
Another sign of the Apocalypse was recorded last week when the one and only book store in Laredo, Texas - which has a population of 250,000 people - closed its doors. People in Laredo now have to drive 150 miles away to San Antonio, Texas to buy a "Twilight" book. When news of this literary nightmare reached me, I imagined a "Book of Eli" -esque scene where culture-starved Laredoians set up ambush sites for travelers in an effort to steal reading material.
Three-year-old Saul Franco squealed with joy Wednesday afternoon as his mother, Martha Franco, pushed him around and around on a vertical swing at Columbia Park. Saul's 3-month-old sister, Brianna, watched her mother and big brother play with wide eyes from her cozy stroller a few feet away. Franco said that she brings her children to Columbia Park every day - well, every day that the sun is out.
This is the fourth installation in a five-part series on the area of town known as the Westside. Today's article is about business on the Westside. Previous articles looked at the role of the faith community and crime on the Westside. The final article in this series will focus on the people of the Westside.
Cheerleaders and coaches have very different roles on a sports team.
Attention all local elected officials and members of public boards: You are responsible for knowing and adhering to the provisions in the Ralph M. Brown Act.