After Senor Rosa’s upped sticks and moved into the old Leatherby’s Family Creamery at the south end of the Downtown Mall (call it the Promenade all you like, it’s still the old Downtown Mall) that funny little cinder block building… Continue Reading
If your disabling condition makes it hard for you to drive or arrange transportation to your local Social Security office, we have some good news. You can complete and submit your application for Social Security disability benefits from your own… Continue Reading
I’d rather eat a sesame-seed bagel than Ben and Jerrys. Or a steak. I’m a starch-a-holic. For nearly a decade, when I was running marathons, I ate nothing but bread—French bread, buttermilk bread, oatmeal, multi-grain, sprouted. You name it, and… Continue Reading
Today we talk with George A. DeFillipo of Redding. He’s a retired school administrator and a current martial arts instructor. He’s written a book, ‘Protect Yourself From Violence: Tactics, Tools and Preparations. He grew up in some rough and dangerous… Continue Reading
A lot of abled bodied people don’t always understand how hard it is to be disabled. At times, it makes me feel angry. Other times, I feel sad. I have had people pull over in their cars and yell horrible… Continue Reading
I lugged two boxes to my classroom, my arms aching. Once there, I spread out scores of books on the table in the front of the room. “Take one or two,” I said. “There’s some good stuff here.” My… Continue Reading
“God wired us a little bit differently than everybody else.” —Invocation by race chaplain Fred Sumrall at the Shasta Dam Grand Prix, Sunday, April 13 Seconds after being informed that there were perhaps more than a few loose screws among… Continue Reading
We need to do a little soul searching in the good old USA. We need to come to some understanding about why we care so little about women and children. Why do we put up with a situation where there… Continue Reading
Once a year, in April, my house tries to kill me. That’s when I go to the rooftop to prance around, attempting to revive my aging swamp cooler. Sure, I’m up there in the fall, too. But it’s no problem… Continue Reading
The phone rings, and it’s my son, Joe, calling from the Naval Training Center. He’s got good news. His hard work and solid test scores have moved him up the food chain a bit and earned him additional privileges. We… Continue Reading
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