Saturday’s hailstorm in Hollister was not the epic, Biblical, crack your windshield type of storm they have in the Midwest. But it sure was close, at least at my house.
When my cell phone beeped at 7:45 a.m. on Tuesday to let me know I had a text, I thought it would be a message from my dad, who wakes up early and if he has a question or a statement to make bright and early, he’ll send it in 160 characters or less.
Every time a lottery jackpot exceeds $200 million, the media stirs up a frenzy by doing the obligatory stories about people lining up out the door of convenience stores, hoping that they will be the lucky one to win the big prize.
Like the story of George Washington and the cherry tree, I cannot tell a lie when I go to the dentist. I’d like to, believe me, because that would help me avoid the inevitable “tsk, tsk” or disapproving head shake from the hygienist.
Nearly five years after being diagnosed with cancer and two years after inspiring a community-wide fundraising effort that raised more than $22,000 in her honor, Hollister resident Diana Magana succumbed to the disease this week at age 17.
Having spent much of last Sunday afternoon in San Jose, my sons and I were separated from the emotion that accompanied the San Francisco 49ers' NFC championship game against the New York Giants.
No, that wasn't a sonic boom you heard in Hollister on Monday morning - it was the collective groan of a city full of kids returning to school after a long winter's break.