Veterans deserve respect, thanks

By Anita Doberman: Columnist Growing up I loved to hear my grandparents talk about their experiences during WWII, especially their escape story. During German occupation, my grandfather, who had worked for the Italian government in the past, was ordered to come back and collaborate with the Germans. Unwilling to do so and opposing the regime, […]

Not all warriors fueled by meat

By Anita Doberman: Local columnist Whenever people find out that my husband is a vegetarian they are surprised, and often ask me how it’s possible that he is both in the military and a vegetarian. These two notions, in apparent contradiction, baffle many of our friends and acquaintances. Friends and even family members wonder if […]

Cops get to chopping on guns

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CNJ staff photo: Sharna Johnson Capt. Patrick Whitney of the Clovis Police Department makes a second cut through a rifle Friday afternoon at the police department. The guns are destroyed to keep them off the streets, Whitney said. By Sharna Johnson: CNJ staff writer A sawed-off shotgun, a pearl-handled pistol, a rifle complete with leather […]

Nature has way of putting life in perspective

By Clyde Davis: Columnist I often write from an outdoor lover’s perspective, and conservation issues often emerge to the forefront, or form a secondary theme. So it is with this week, as fishing season is upon us and many families plan camping, hiking or even backpacking trips for the approaching months. Even those who have […]

Much of transient’s life mystery

By Sharna Johnson: CNJ staff writer Few people were aware of Howard J. Payne’s existence in Clovis. Even police information about the 52-year-old transient whose body was discovered Tuesday in an abandoned house near Wal-Mart is sketchy. He was in Clovis a few months, though police aren’t sure exactly how long. A public assistance card […]

Saying goodbye never easy

By Anita Doberman: Columnist Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my maternal grandmother, Nonna Dela. She lived so close to my home that I could see her balcony from our windows, and would often yell on top of my lungs, “Nonnaaaa, come outside to see my outfit,” in the early morning hours, […]