In search of ponies: Rat had chip on her shoulder

While sitting in the dentist chair, my attention was suddenly drawn to an announcer on the softly playing radio. “Doritos inventor Arch West, dead at 97… to be buried in his beloved chips,” the voice said. It was apparently something the family wanted to do and they planned to toss handfuls of their loved one’s […]

No one ‘box’ can contain God

I once saw John Denver, hair wet and with a clothes bag tossed over his shoulder, heading through a hotel lobby toward the desk. Two weeks or so later, he crashed his plane and died. Christian author Max Lucado is still very much alive and writing fine books. In his book Fearless he tells about […]

Child should follow parent’s steps to God

By Judy Brandon: Religion columnist I was looking through some old pictures and found a picture of then three year old Annie standing with my shoes on and an old purse slung over her shoulder. She went through a time where she tried to wear my shoes. Once she would get my shoes on, she […]

Broadcasters must shoulder responsibility

By Clyde Davis: CNJ columnist How far does

Oct. 1, 2008 Police Blotter

Samplings of recent calls received by Clovis-area law enforcement officers, according to reports: Around midnight time Sept. 20 officers were dispatched to the area of Grand and Mitchell for a vehicle with a weapon. A group of teens said they were dragging Main Street when a male in another vehicle threw something at their vehicle, […]

Tattoos’ meanings not always obvious

By Grant McGee: Local columnist It was surreal, but in a good way — and kind of spooky. It came as an attachment to an e-mail the other day — my mother’s face, a portrait of her as a young woman. Thing is, it was a tattoo, a very good one, on the arm of […]

Neighbor’s advice gets mowed down

By Bob Huber: Local Columnist You’d think America’s scientists would have better things to do than conduct fruitless research into global warming and the expanding universe. Instead they should tackle problems vital to the nation’s welfare, such as when to stop mowing our lawns. A few years ago my attention became focused on cutting grass […]

Be glad you don’t have horse like Coaly

By Bob Huber: Local Columnist I once had a rude experience with a horse named Coaly. He was a plow plug, a big, black Percheron with the combined disposition of a medieval executioner and Jack the Ripper. They don’t make animals like him anymore, and we’re lucky that way. To be more specific, he was […]