Everett Kekoa McCutchen, a 6-pound 14-ounce boy, was born to Emily Marla and Brian Anthony McCutchen of Scotts Valley at Dominican Hospital in Santa Cruz. He was born at 12:02 p.m. on March 1, 2015.
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Blind Pilot Jewelers is one of the oldest retailers in the San Lorenzo Valley. Its history stretches back to the early 1970s, when Sheila De Lany and her husband, Jerry, opened a small jewelry store in the downstairs of a Felton cafe.
A year or so ago, I planted a special kind of Japanese maple in my sister’s landscape. I traveled up to her house recently to celebrate our birthdays — which are only two days apart — and to check on the maple’s progress.
While I do not practice criminal law, I still receive calls on criminal matters on occasion. The recent arrest of a convicted sex offender coaching at Club Shoreline volleyball for soliciting sex from an underage girl generated far more than the usual number of calls.
Emmilyn Paige Wilson, an 8-pound 15-ounce girl, was born to Laura Michelle (Hencke) and Daniel Raymond Wilson of Felton at Sutter Maternity and Surgery Center in Santa Cruz. She was born at 10:57 a.m. on Feb. 11, 2015.
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A Neighborhood’s DogA poem by Patty Morelli Miss Betty was once the new pup on the block.She’d sit on my porch where neighbor children would flock.“Can we play with Betty? Here, Betty, come!”Round dark eyes dancing, black fur, bright red tongue.School, winter, summer … time passing, half-flown.Warm days or wet days, they’d stop by my home.“We’re going for a walk, can Miss Betty go?”Then they’d leave with tail-wagging Betty in tow.Time passed, as soft-brown eyes watched from the gate,Old friends drove by, waving, late for a date.“Hey, Betty, good girl!” as they roared on their way.Miss Betty, head low, found a soft place to lay.Then one day, with time, there back came her old friends.With children of children to visit weekends.“Hey, kids. Meet Betty. Hey, girl, how’ve you been?”Tail wagging, tongue licking, oh! A puppy again!