For some of us, perhaps mercifully, war is a distant thing.

Memorial Day weekend means different things to different people.

Today is Memorial Day and each year we Americans perform a sacred ceremony, a religious ritual on a day of remembrance for our war dead who gave their all —from Revolutionary War times up to this very moment.

I’m in love again. Over the years I’ve had romantic involvements with any number of plants — miniature roses, milkweed, salvia, penstemon and many more, but now my heart belongs to clematis.

Yes, the wedding organization and planning continues.

I have watched the changes over time in the Reno/Tahoe area.

We’ve heard that just about anything that ferments can be made into some kind of wine-like liquid, but a here’s a new one — caterpillar wine.

When my uncle died, the funeral director called my aunt and asked her to bring in one of his suits. My uncle was cremated! Why did he have to have a suit on to get cremated?

Stuck at a red light at First and California, I watch a fire engine, lights blazing, siren screaming, turn onto the overpass.

Three decades ago, Ray Signorello Sr. pursued his love of wine by buying land and planting grapes on choice acreage along Silverado Trail.

Dear Len & Rosie,

Jerry Shaffer is returning to his popular Foothill Cafe and Rib House, re-opening his restaurant that closed after being open only a short while under new owner Mari Jennings.

About 10 years ago, I wrote a column about communication between financial advisors and clients.