Every rainy day has its rainbow. On a sick day, we find some solace in watching bad daytime television. Even funerals provide chances for celebration amidst the sorrow, recalling long-forgotten tales and moments we spent with the dearly departed.
It has come to the attention of the Journal editorial department that there is some confusion about letters to the editor.
Would you be willing to bet everything you have on a single roll of the dice? Would you bet everything that everyone in California has? The state is about to roll the dice, on global warming regulation. The Governor could stop this gamble, but will he?
Sometimes it pays to spend 10 years in detention. Not that a person would ever want that to happen, but if it did - could you put the time to good use?
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.
As we rapidly approach the June 8 Statewide Direct Primary Election, I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you of one simple fact: Here in California, it doesn't matter who you vote for.
Beelzebub is roaming the streets of Turlock.
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.
I've heard it said that it takes a big man to admit that he's wrong.
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.
Midwesterners don't all know they live in a region where earthquakes can strike, but they got a small reminder of that simple fact earlier this month when a 3.8 Richter scale trembler struck in northern Illinois. Let's hope we can learn more from the event than just what the passing headlines might lead us to think about - because the center of our country is woefully under-prepared for what will come in terms of later, much larger quakes.
As a red-blooded American, I have to say that I absolutely love the Olympics. There are few things in life better than watching America's finest crush our national enemies, to see them driven before us, and to hear the lamentation of their women.
Thomas Wolfe had it right; you can't go home again.
"Wow, what a game on Sunday, am I right? That Drew Brees, he, uh, he looked good out there! And Peyton's interception, when he threw that ball to that guy in white and gold! He'll never get into the Hall of Fame now!"
A good friend of mine, Phil Alfano, Superintendent of Patterson Schools, has created an exceptional collaborative model between education, business, economic development and government to prepare young people for jobs in the growing logistics industry in Patterson. This past week a group of educators and businesspeople traveled with Phil to Southern California to check out the Norco Logistics Center, a similar collaborative in Riverside County. On the way back to Stanislaus County, Alfano spoke to a group in Kern County to share his experiences building the coalition in Patterson. Imitation is the greatest form of flattery. Phil is working directly ...
Water. Wheat. Railroad. Prosperity. These are the words at the feet of the Central Park statue that honors one of Turlock's earliest farmers and our city's founder, John Mitchell.
Berkeley doesn't want you to smoke.
There is a fine line between being cautious and paranoia.
Get ready. The drought just became real for millions of our fellow Californians. They're going to start asking more questions about water use. For our part, farmers need to be ready to address those questions, honestly and forthrightly.
Once upon a time in a quaint little place called California a young person between 16 and 17 years of age could get an entry level job with ease.
It's easy to take a sports story, give it the Disney treatment and get an entire theater full of people clapping at the end.
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