People were inspired by Joe Seay, they admired him and some were afraid of him. Brothers Mike and Ron Valenti wrote about Seay’s life and recent passing.

Recently, I scheduled a massage with Linda at Foot Reflexology on the recommendation of reader Shirley Skenfield, who, like most people in the world, has a stiff neck.

A friend at the pool walked over to the lane in which I was swimming and said, “I’m so sorry you are leaving the paper. We’re going to miss you. Be proud of what you’ve done.”

I was in Ventura at Lure, one of my favorite restaurants. If you haven’t been, treat yourself the next time you are visiting your mansion in Montecito.

My specialty is the half-dead, but alive enough to sow the seeds of encouragement without promising the blossoming of fulfillment.

It doesn’t get better than driving up the 99. I feel like I can do the drive with my eyes closed. The valley is my home and valley people are my people.

This was meant to be my goodbye column. I’d been planning it for weeks much in the same way that people plan the speech they will be delivering at the Oscars or when they accept their Pulitzer.

This was a different kind of family trip. No water skiing on a blue-to-the bottom lake. No food hanging from a Sugar pine to keep the bears away. No on a lot of things but yes on meaningful, magical and memorable.

A couple days ago, I ordered the FIVE Star FS8801 Deep Tissue 3D Kneading Shiatsu Neck, Shoulder, Back, Leg and Foot Massager Pillow with Heat, Beige. It was $43.29 all in. I wasn’t expecting a miracle but when you have a stiff neck, you’ll pay for a miracle, if a miracle is available.

It’s easy to get mad at John Sweetser because he’s tuned up about every reporter and columnist for the paper over the last 30 years. Just when you think you’re hitting a lick, John will unceremoniously rip the Pulitzer Prize from your sweaty grip by informing you that you have not done your …

I think I spiked the football too soon. Did what I tell other people not to do. Performed a victory dance in the end zone and while I was celebrating, caught my spikes in the turf and did a faceplant.

I’m signing up for Medicare. It’s hard to believe. Someone so young and who looks as good as I do signing up for old people’s insurance. This is akin to Bruce Springsteen making the cover of AARP Magazine.

Sometimes driving is as satisfying as a peppermint stick ice cream cone from Dewar’s. In “American Graffiti,” one of two must-see movies if you want to understand Bakersfield and the San Joaquin Valley (the other being “Best of Times”), the characters cruise and while they do, they observe, …

I thought Bird was gone. The electric scooters that charmed some and bewildered others, as in “You’ll never get me on one of those things.”

Notre Dame is the daily intelligence test for the newly arrived in Paris. Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. No matter how lost you get or how poor your sense of direction, locate either one and you’re probably not going to die of starvation or be eaten by the Parisian wolves.

Easter is a time of renewal, joy and love or at least I thought so until Sue and I got into it over a pound of jelly beans I’d bought from Smart & Final. I’d put them in a bowl and when I came home one afternoon she had removed the black ones and the white ones from the mix.

Our neighbors moved out next door. Their house is dark. A dark, empty house has a different feel than a dark, full house. It’s darker, emptier and more prone to be the subject of darker and emptier thoughts if one was prone to having such thoughts, which one is not.

A couple of mornings ago, I had a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios but that’s not breakfast, that’s a breakfast placeholder, so I backed it up with two pieces of Sonora wheat sourdough from Baker’s Outpost, a local bakery owned by Laura and Ian Journey.

For his fourth birthday, he was a pirate. That made sense. He’s plundered, stolen and captured our hearts. Done the same with his parents, too.

After watching Roger Federer glide around the court in the finals of Indian Wells last Sunday I realized we had a lot in common, starting with we both continue to defy expectations. Although he lost to the gifted young Austrian Dominic Thiem in three sets, the 37-year-old Federer does what h…