A rather auspicious day occurred last Friday. Seventeen years ago I published my first “Gravy by the Slice,” column.
Before that, we ran an original column written by former staff writer Cal Tatum. A good, solid reporter, he lived up in the foothills. He commuted to Madera every day from way up above Oakhurst.
His column was called “Looking for a Bar.” That was his favorite punchline, “I was looking for a bar when I found this job.”