On the football field there’s just about no one smoother than Cal quarterback Jared Goff. In the shotgun, he’s poised and confident, and he makes threading pin-point passes to his receivers in double coverage look easy — almost too easy. He stays cool and collected as 300-pound defensive linemen rush at him, and he easily
Bang. A boy on the streets knows he has to keep moving. He’s got to keep his head down as he makes his way along the concrete streets and past the dark buildings as he walks to school. The sound is nothing new. Only 12 years old, and he’s become numb. Bang. Just an elementary-school
Missy Franklin always has a smile dancing at the edge of her mouth. Even when she’s just talking, she looks like she’s smiling, ready to burst out into a laugh. When she laughs — which is often — she doesn’t sound like Tinkerbell, as the name Missy might suggest. She has a hearty laugh, and
Seventy-seven-year-old “Dog” Turner already knows how he is going to die: Cal’s football team will be beating USC by 30 points at Memorial Stadium. He’ll go down. The band will play the California Fight Song, and his ashes will be shot from the cannons. For Dog, who has had a position with the team since 1969
As the nation reflects on 9/11, few in the community seem to know just how intimately the terrorist attack hit Granite Bay. Two women with close ties to Granite Bay High School had tickets on United Airlines Flight 93, the plane that ultimately crashed in eastern Pennsylvania after passengers heroically prevented the hijackers from flying
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