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I've read with interest Marty Cheek's recent columns on the

I am grateful. I have a lot to draw on trying to navigate my future as, "Papa." My Italian and Irish grandparents were close at hand - I could ride my bike to both homes while I was a young whippersnapper - and did so often. I could even get to my grandfather Derry's business, just to say hello or, as I got older, lend a hand around Derry's Feed and Fuel, which smelled like a mixture of alfalfa, hay and rabbit pellets. More importantly, in the geography of the heart, my grandparents drew the map.

AUGUSTA, Ga. – Tiger Woods toured Augusta National looking like his old self – the one with a tendency to misfire into the trees. Phil Mickelson went traipsing through into the "jungle" for a ball he had to declare lost.

Leta Rae Pereira is a local author residing in Hollister. She and her husband Joe re-located to this area in 2005. She is the mother of a daughter and son, and the grandmother of three grandsons and two granddaughters. She has served as a peer counselor at Hollister Pregnancy Center since 2008, and is involved in the activities of her church home, Hollister Christian Fellowship. These are all rolls she has cherished. Yet, there is one other she never anticipated. She had never imagined that writing poetry was going to become a part of her life's story. Even so, it happened...suddenly!

We all know the line by Will Rogers about Gilroy

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