Recently, we had dinner at a friend’s house with five other couples. We raised kids together and now our kids have kids — 10 grandchildren between us. We’ve come full circle.
Reader: On Dec. 8, you ran a story with the headline, "New pesticide regulations expected to reduce Kern's crop yield." I wonder why you didn't choose the headline, "New pesticide regulations expected to save lives"? I understand we live in an agricultural community, but I would expect a new…
Last Saturday was the Bakersfield Master Chorale’s "Messiah" concert. This is the Christmas program, but Handel’s "Messiah" has a tendency to swamp the rest of the selections like high seas might a short-walled boat.
Watching an Oakland Raider football game at home is not complete unless my 40-year-old daughter, Brenna, is there in her Silver and Black gear. It's not the real deal unless she is jumping up and down in our living room, screaming at every first down, penalty flag, pass completion or a rare …
At home, she was Mom. It wasn’t until her children went to Alpha Beta with her before they realized their mother was bigger than Mom. She was a celebrity.
Readers like to complain that the national news media is picking on President Trump by characterizing his every step in the worst possible light.
When the 9/11 attacks walloped us in 2001, I mourned the immediate, heart-rending losses: the children bereft of parents, the spouses turned widows and widowers, the parents having to bury their children, the families and friends plunged into grief. The whole country mourned. The attacks wer…
Robert Mistriel, complicit in one of Kern County's most brutal and infamous murders, has been recommended for release by the Board of Prison Terms, his husband confirmed Wednesday.
Recent high school graduates with no clear idea of their next move will want to sit still and read this. The rest of you, too, of course.
It is a luxury to fall asleep to rain, as we did last week, stir during the night to rain drumming on the composition roof and then wake up to rain dripping from the trees. That’s good-night and good-morning music.
Some true stories are so incredible they are almost unbelievable. Bakersfield’s past is filled with tales of colorful characters like Dick Fellows, a hapless outlaw. In his 14-year career as stagecoach robber and horse thief in the 1800s, Fellows displayed both tremendous daring and shocking…
Frank Fisher, aka Cranky Franky, eats breakfast at the “Pine” six days a week. That’d be seven if Fisher didn’t have coffee and a doughnut at church on Sunday.
Reader: I don’t know why you are sensationalizing news, but this ("Sexual misconduct charges sought against ex-Liberty coach," Nov. 30) is ridiculous and harmful. Shame on The Californian for this kind of news.
I don’t know about anybody else, but I woke up stiff today. When I started walking, I was like a question mark with feet. My feel-age exceeded my chronological age by 20 years.
I donned a plastic apron, snapped on some disposable gloves and helped serve Thanksgiving dinner to residents of the Bakersfield Homeless Center this past Thursday.
Jury duty is like hell: The quicker you accept that your options are limited, the better you’ll feel about it not being as hot as the literature suggests.
When I was a kid, I was afraid of Frankenstein and Dracula, which was understandable because my brother told me that these two monsters actually lived in the closet in our basement. But I wonder now, how come the thing I feared most of all as a child was lava? I was terrified of the rush of …
We were at Mel’s cabin near Glennville for a men’s night. I was doing dishes for a dinner that included spareribs, Luigi’s pasta with red sauce, salad with blue cheese and sweet, toasted pecans, and a pot of Italian beans.
It was one of those seminal moments that unknowingly shaped my young heart. I have carried my version of the memory with me for over 50 years.
Everybody can agree on Thanksgiving. If we can’t agree on Thanksgiving, we’re probably not going to agree on much. It’s an uncomplicated holiday or at least for someone like me, whose contribution is subliminal, rather than honest labor in the kitchen.
I’d never gotten a double flat before. A double flat says, “I’ve arrived in the pantheon of car repairs.” A double flat also says, “It may be awhile before I arrive because I’m driving on metal rims.”
When David Torres knocked on the door of Room 113 last Friday morning, he looked around as if to check for enemy fire. Good — coast clear. At 8 a.m., local defense attorney had already accomplished his primary goal, regardless of whatever ambush faced him later in court: Beat H.A. Sala to a …
Reader: As much as I like Peter Wonderly, I must strongly oppose his suggestion that evangelical Christians should "Vote for the common good" (Community Voices, Oct. 30) by selecting Democrat candidates. Even if I agreed with Peter's talking points questioning the morality of Republican posi…
My husband and I met and became friends and fell in love when we were theater students at the University of Dallas in the last century. Decades of marriage and four daughters later, we’d been invited to a reunion covering 50 years of the UD drama department.
I wrote the first part of this column (see below, starting with “Looking back”) last week, before we moved from our downtown offices at 17th and Eye to our new digs on Pegasus Drive out in the puckerbrush. I was sad then but now I’m singing a new tune and loving the melody.
In the annals of great human migrations, this one is not especially noteworthy. Moses and the people of Israel from Egypt to the Holy Land — that was a migration. Muslims, Hindus and Sikhs from the partition of colonial India — definitely epic. Okies and Arkies from the environmental devasta…
The downtown coyote is like the midterms: Everybody has an opinion. Some people are for it, others are against it and the undecideds are awaiting more information before making up their minds.
Our Oct. 31 article on the dust-up in the Kern High School District race for the open Area 4 seat attracted some fiery criticism from two prominent Colebrook supporters, political consultant Cathy Abernathy and state senate candidate Shannon Grove.
Readers may recall in my last column about fly fishing, I mentioned that my son Mark has started to take an interest in fishing.
Check his blood pressure. While you’re at it, maybe his sanity, too. Ken Wonderly is not only restoring a house built in 1895, he’s enjoying it, unruffled by the clouds of flying dust, high-pitched whine of the electric saws and nail guns that sound like small automatic weapons.
Every two years, right around this time, Kevin McCarthy throws himself at the mercy of Central California voters. And every two years, unfailingly since 2002, Central California voters have overwhelmingly endorsed him.