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It's come to my attention that there are two types of pregnant people in this world: those who find out the gender of their child as soon as they can and go around calling their stomach "Tommy" or "Jennifer" for the next nine months; and those who refuse to find out the gender of their child one nanosecond before the actual birth, no-matter-what.

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Whew! The weekend fires were as close a call as this community's

As a member of a large family and the last addition to that

The ongoing saga of the Amah Mutsun Indian tribe has me rolling

Started my day Wednesday with a lone coyote, which I've seen before but never so close. On a chilly walk with the dogs backside of Christmas Hill Park, the coyote, like the one in the old roadrunner cartoons, sped by going a million miles an hour 25 yards ahead across our path. Dogs take chase. Coyote chasing rabbit. After a half mile, the coyote stopped, the dogs pulled up and headed back my way and the coyote forlornly bayed into the frosty dawn. He seemed to have lost his pack. Then, I cartoon kaboomed on the iced-over walkway next to the amphitheater and headed next for a meeting with MayorAl. Ah, never a dull Gilroy moment.

In my four months with the Dispatch, I have found that there is