July 19, 1990 |
King Neptune's in Sunset Beach, a sort of bar-restaurant-museum where ambience and basic seafood both come in generous portions, is one of the most bizarre and unpretentious places in Orange County, or maybe anywhere.
December 5, 1993 |
All right, all you Social Climers out there--how many of you have even started your holiday shopping? Hmmm. We thought so. So once again, we're coming to your rescue by keeping you abreast of the best and most bizarre gifts available. How about a pair of 9-karat gold dress spurs, circa 1920? They come with a fitted case and are a mere $6,800 from A La Vieille Russie in New York City. We saw them in the New Yorker--the words "Must Have" at the top of the ad grabbed our attention.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
January 30, 1987
Your editorial (Jan. 22), "Upholding a Bizarre Use of the Law," was somewhat disappointing. In that editorial, you criticized "overzealous state prosecutors" and Appellate Justices Robert Kingsley and John Arguelles for being "apparently unaware" of state and federal constitutional nuances. Unfortunately, your editorial lacks knowledge of the totality of facts that led to the decision in the case and embodies a serious misunderstanding of the specific law involved. Your constitutional interpretations and conclusions are therefore faulty.
April 12, 1998 |
Norberto Martin dropped a nice bunt down the third-base line in the second inning Saturday, and Indian third baseman Travis Fryman made a bare-handed grab and a perfect off-balance throw to first. There was one problem: Cleveland first baseman Jim Thome was nowhere to be found. Thome also charged on the play, and Fryman's throw to a vacant bag caromed off the wall in foul territory, allowing runners to advance to second and third.
August 9, 1987
I have observed with mounting disgust the sanctimonious posturing, first of our city attorney, Robert Myers ("Saint Bob," as he is known behind his back in City Hall), our mayor, James Conn, and now council members (Dennis) Zane and (David) Finkel, who publicly conspire to travel and trespass at a defense establishment in Nevada (Times, July 19). That the ceremony has become a risk-free ritual is amusing but of secondary importance. Let us set aside the question of whether their objective, to proclaim that nuclear war is a Bad Thing and support Mr. Gorbachev's position in the arms negotiations, is worthy and concentrate on their methods.
July 1, 1998 |
Pitcher Allen Watson will not be in the Angel rotation or bullpen this week. He did, however, land in the emergency room Monday when he suffered a deep gash on his left wrist while opening a bottle of beer. We're not making this up. Watson, who was going to be activated off the disabled list Tuesday, was at a friend's house in Newport Beach during the off-day when the accident occurred at about 3 p.m. "I was opening the bottle and it just broke in half, and my arm kept going," Watson said.
September 30, 1992 |
It's his year. Some of the public already knew about him. But the 1992 political campaign--from the candidacy he launched on CNN in February to the amazing show he put on in Dallas Monday--gold-plated him as an American institution. And on Sunday, in an appearance that symbolized his new epic status as Someone Who Matters, he was even interviewed on NBC's "Meet the Press," sounding a populist theme about Washington politicians. "Don't these people work for us?" he asked.
September 25, 1994 |
This is a tale of true crime, with slashed throats, courtroom intrigue, forensic mysteries and not a single football player. It begins in the night, with a dog barking. The dog barks and barks. No one knows why. The barking cuts through the quiet of the Gold Rush foothills, bouncing down canyon and ravine, invading the sleep of neighbors. It goes on for hours. "That dog might have stopped to take a breath or two," one neighbor will say later, "but it pretty much went throughout the night."
March 12, 1998 |
One may journey to Brazil by leisurely trains, fast airplanes or slow boats to Rio de Janeiro. Simon Mayle drove there in a hearse. Not to make a delivery, or a pickup, you understand, but to get loose and legless with the rest of Latin America during a one-week hooley on Copacabana Beach called Carnaval. And then write a book about his incredible journey, binge and lust fest. But why in heaven's name--now, there's an apt phrase--go there in a hearse?
August 18, 1985 |
It began more than a dozen years ago when Glynn Ross--the Barnum and the Bailey, too, of Seattle Opera--decided to give the Pacific Northwest a taste of Wagnerian music drama. Actually, it wasn't just a taste. It was the taste: "Der Ring des Nibelungen." The whole, convoluted, gnarled, rambling, massive, heroic, whopping, galumphing, thrilling thing, in all its 16-hour, four-part splendor. Ross was no avant-gardist.