Two letters: Banning smoking violates individual rights, and tax the rich
Banning smoking violates everyone’s individual rights
The schizophrenic nature of teaching
I have been thinking a lot lately about what can only be described as the schizophrenic nature of the teaching experience in America today.
The time is right for a regional fire service
Morgan Hill is currently drawing up a contract with Calfire to provide fire protection services to the city and it’s something other cities in the county should seriously consider.
Gearing up for a new beginning: Retirement
People who are getting ready to wrap up their careers and leave the working world often refer to retirement as “a new chapter” or “the next act” in their lives – and rightly so. As a pre-retiree, you may have even used those analogies yourself. That said, it’s helpful, and often invaluable, to play a leading role in determining how your retirement story will unfold.
Four letters: Thanks for donations to find Sierra, Southeast Quad, help find nesting swallows, and marriage
Donations of food and drinks shows the generosity of our community
Lessons for future as state GOP primary again means little
Never again. That should be the determined motto of California legislators who will set dates for this state’s future primary elections, now that it’s perfectly clear the June 5 California Republican presidential primary election will mean little or nothing, just like all other June primaries contested here since 1972.
Lending a helping hand for a better community
Anyone can see the effect the recent economic recession has had on public facilities. Falling tax collections have led to budget cuts resulting in layoffs of public workers. Parks, schools, playgrounds and buildings are looking increasingly shabby. But public-spirited volunteers can make a big difference.
Lost parakeet recites address
There’s a unique story out of Japan about a lost parakeet reunited with its owner. It all occurred in a small town outside of Tokyo, where a parakeet named Piko-chan escaped out the window of his home. He flew the coop, so to speak, and landed on the shoulder of a startled guest at a nearby hotel. The police were called and at first, Piko-chan was quiet. But after a few days at the station, he started talking.
One mom still missed on Mother’s Day
Seventy-eight years, two months and a day; the time my mother was allotted to live on earth. In essence, though, we lost my mom 14 years sooner than that, when a mysterious malady started robbing her of her memory.








