Bob Cuddy

From the manly Central Coast of California to the rock-bound, virile shores of Maine, the populace has spoken: Americans believe that heterosexual marriage between a man and a woman is the only kind that should exist.

Are you thinking of applying for a government job?

“The cradle rocksabove an abyss.”— Vladimir Nabokov

They say that when you leave the country, you get a different view of things in your own neck of the woods and learn how others look at you.

I know this is going to trigger an elephantlike stampede of righteously indignant Cal Poly folks, looking to snatch me up in their trunks and slam me against the nearest oak tree.

I don’t know whether to call it chutzpah or courage under fire, but I have to hand it to the county Parks and Recreation Commission for not hiding meekly behind a shrub merely because the county coin purse has nothing left in it but moths.

I don’t know Carson Szarek, but I’d like to thank him from the bottom of my lungs.

The rumor scurries into town every few years, old-timers say, and it’s back again, lurking this time in that cauldron of get-rich-quick schemes so expertly stirred by our impressive local army of scam artists and swindlers.

The singers from the Congo have been enjoying the Central Coast, chilly though it may be for these visitors whose bloodstreams are more attuned to Africa’s equatorial regions.

When Penny Porter retired as a school teacher a few years back, she decided to stay away from the rocking chair and do “a good deed for the world.”