Opinion

Mayor

Recently, I celebrated a 70th birthday with a friend I’ve known for 65 years. Circumstances had her move to Florida from New York, after hurricane Sandy devastated our small beach town on Long Island.  It was sad for me to see how this move away...

Do you remember doing mazes as a kid? Maybe you went to a corn maze around Halloween? Perhaps you have been to a restaurant with your child or grandchild and done the small maze on the kids’ menu? Mazes teach us about going the...

Dear Editor,

I was born in the shadow of the Holocaust. My earliest memories are of Holocaust survivors coming to our house, telling their stories to my parents. My father was known for welcoming people and helping them find jobs and become part of the community....

I am not a train expert, and I won’t pretend to be, so please excuse me if my terms and expressions are more slang-like than official. I am writing in response to a recent tragedy that struck my community just two days ago. It was just nine days into 2015 when a 54-year-old Gilroy man was struck and killed by a Union Pacific railway maintenance vehicle. This accident occurred at the intersection of Masten Avenue and Monterey Road, one I frequent every day on my way to school and work, and again on my way home. I cross this intersection with my 15-month old daughter in the car. With my 8-year old siblings in the car. My mother, my father, my grandfather, my neighbors—we all cross this intersection and its railroad tracks on a daily basis. And now I can’t help but question mine, my family’s, and all the members of my community’s safety crossing these tracks. This fear is not of the trains or the maintenance vehicles, but rather, of Union Pacific itself.