Every time we have a chicken dinner a memory of 1951 comes to my mind. My first memories were on a small 40-acre farm north of Orland. Grandpa had a small herd of cattle, several horses, a tractor, ...

Yesterday morning, participants in the seven-day B.C. Bike Race awoke to the daily squawking rubber chicken alarm. The 4:30 a.m. wake-up call came awfully early for racers after three days in the ...