Herb Benham
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Herb Benham: Purging kids' junk ushers in the possibilities
I'm cleaning out closets. My own. It's tempting to look around the corner at the kids' rooms and imagine that those might be next.
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Herb Benham: No pomegranates, thanks to Pine Street butcher
Too soon for fall, but not too soon to dream about it. I have. It's hard not to when you have a pomegranate tree that is as productive as the one that sits in our front yard.
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Herb Benham: Cured of toenail fungus -- and toenail fungus columns
One reader begged me not to write about toenail fungus again. Unless, she said, I meant to offer it as an appetite suppressant. A new weight-loss program.
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Herb Benham: Leaving the surf for the turf is never easy
The beach.
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Herb Benham: Taft cowboy at Woodstock? Believe it, man
John Brown was a cowboy. He listened to Loretta Lynn. Before being dragged to Woodstock by two medics in his unit, Brown was a member of the 173rd Airborne Brigade stationed in Fort Bragg.
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Herb Benham: Going toe to toe with nail fungus
When my dad tells the story, it sounds heroic because it involves World War II, the South Seas and maybe hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.
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Herb Benham: Raising the bar for people with disabilities
People complain. That's what they do. If it's not a national sport, it should be.
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Herb Benham: Car -- and owner -- run hot and cold on NASA coolant
First an update on Arctic Freeze, the Freon with the NASA-approved sealant to which I referred in a previous column.
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Herb Benham: Opera is this East grad's aria of expertise
If you had told somebody you were an opera singer at my high school, you probably would have gotten stuffed in a trash can. If not that, they might have put a mouse in your desk.
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Herb Benham: Beating the wife in Scrabble is, in a word, blissful
Last Sunday, I challenged and defeated my wife in Scrabble, which in deference to the day, qualifies as a small miracle. I went first, snatched the early lead, held on for dear life and then stumbled across the finish line as if I were a triathlete and had bonked at mile 20.
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Herb Benham: Cell phone yakking in the car talk of the town
Who did I think I was?
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Herb Benham: My, oh, Maya -- this place is pretty cool
It's beautiful. I'm talking about Maya Bakersfield 16 Cinemas. Why beat around the bush.
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Herb Benham: Never the Twain did he meet, but you'd never know it
Reports of his writing skill were not greatly exaggerated, it appears.
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Herb Benham: Someone's telling tall tales about his height
A couple weeks ago, I went to the doctor. This is not breaking news. People go to the doctor all the time and don't feel as if they have to announce it in the newspaper.
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Herb Benham: Coming face to Facebook with your kids as friends
Awhile back I joined Facebook. As with Twitter, I'm not very good at it. I forget about Facebook until someone asks to be my friend and then I say, "Why not." It's not as if my cup overfloweth with friends anyway.
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Maj. Jason George: The death of a soldier, the life of a patriot
How long does it take to climb a mountain?
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Herb Benham: 6-year-old says goodbye to hair, hello to altruism
Now that's some pretty hair.
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Herb Benham: Attack of the killer zucchini
A couple days ago, I fixed a squash medley. Medley sounded festive -- like a party with a family of colorfully dressed squashes as the honored guests.
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Herb Benham: Life after the lion finally sweet for Shannon Parker
Today is a different kind of anniversary for Shannon Parker. Five years ago, the beautiful 5-foot-3-inch Arvin High graduate was attacked by a mountain lion while hiking north of Kernville. The lion won round one, but in the spirit of happy anniversaries, Parker won the next 11.
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Molar express: When Army calls, local dentist goes
When someone volunteers to do the right thing for his country, it's never just one person's sacrifice. Consider the case of Steve Klein, a Bakersfield dentist and Army reservist, who goes wherever the military sends him to fill what needs filling, cap what needs capping and root canal what needs root canaling.
