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Data from the state department of water resources revealed the nearby San Luis Reservoir was at 80 percent of its total capacity and Hernandez Reservoir in San Benito County was about 40 percent full.

The overwhelming majority of Community FoodBank’s customers are happy customers, according to a recent survey conducted by Gavilan College students.

Destiny Hansen didn’t start playing basketball until her freshman year. Born and raised in Prunedale, Hansen never really gave the sport a thought because there simply wasn’t a place to play.

Despite having to make lineup changes to account for the numerous injuries sustained throughout the season, the San Benito High girls soccer team has maintained a high level of play. The Haybalers entered the week with a 3-1-1 record in the Monterey Bay League’s Gabilan Division, tied for first place with Christopher and Gilroy.

Hollister council members are considering a regional community choice energy project.

Coming off the program’s 10th Central Coast Section Division I championship, the San Benito High softball team enters the upcoming season with title aspirations once again. The Haybalers received a huge addition in the off-season in sophomore catcher Amber Rodriguez, who has verbally committed to play for Weber State University.

It is heartbreaking to see so many San Benito County families suffering from the floods that recently wreaked havoc on the northern part of this community, near Lovers Lane and close to where San Felipe Road meets Shore Road.

My worst nightmare growing up in a shabby, two-story Milwaukee condominium complex had me walking down a small staircase leading to our basement. Through an open space under the railing, someone or something would grab me and pull me in toward our nearby crawl space. I know—horrifying—and it reoccurred regularly.

I recently came across a envelope full of old photos of my mom when she was a child. A relative had sent them to me after she passed away, and I guess I was not ready to look at them at the time. Now I see in the photos a beautiful child posing in front of a quaint south Boston brownstone, alongside relatives or friends whose faces I do not recognize. I remember my Irish family members as so much older than the folks pictured there. They were all characters who loved to sip whiskey and sing songs of the old country, but you would never know that looking at their stern, stiff expressions in the photos. I wonder what they were doing and saying just before the photos were taken, and I wish their names were listed on the backs. It would help me distinguish between my endless relatives named Mary.