The good old days.
It is now a crime in America to let a 7-year-old boy walk a half mile by himself to the park.
He trudged out of the water, his shirt soaked and pulled tight around his skin, glasses and hat hanging from head. He towed a pathetic pink raft behind him, completing the look of a man who had been beaten and embarrassed by the elements.
Tax them for they have sinned.
I went to pay for $10 worth of merchandise with my debit card.
This is a remarkable time to be the Mayor in the City of Turlock. It has been observed that the passage of time is what keeps things from happening all at once. We often fail to appreciate how incremental accomplishments, large and small, form a mosaic representing substantial momentum and achievements for Turlock and Stanislaus County.
It was 40 degrees Thursday. I had been hiking for six hours. The sun had been up over the Great Basin for perhaps three hours.
This is the time of year to get outdoors and observe Mother Nature in all her glory. With a simple field guide to trees or birds and a Sunday afternoon trip to a local park, you can play amateur scientist and immerse yourself in forces larger than those we humans create.
Think gas prices are too high now?
Ever been audited by the IRS?
Kristin Olsen doesn't like "unnecessary nanny government policies."
Why are we always so impatient?
My idea of a quality T-shirt is a California muscle shirt made by Urban Pipeline.
Forget that fences make good neighbors.
The older I get the more I think about what I will leave behind when my days here on Earth are done.
Two thirds of the world is worried about staying alive.
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