CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
January 6, 2013 |
ORANGE COVE, Calif. - When Victor Lopez was voted out after three decades as mayor of this small Central Valley town, his political nemeses took little time to dismantle what they considered a self-celebratory fiefdom. The Victor Lopez Community Center became the Orange Cove Community Center. Ditto the name changes planned for a street, park bandstand and day care center. As surely as the de-Stalinization of the Soviet Union, Lopez was to be erased from Orange Cove. "Don't do this," Mayor Gabriel Jimenez, a political neophyte who defeated Lopez in a close 2010 election, recalls warning fellow lawmakers.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
February 17, 2010 |
Booker Wade is an old civil-rights warrior from Tennessee. He's got some dramatic stories to tell, including one that involves some angry Memphis police officers. In the early 1960s, his mom put him on a bus for a long ride to Los Angeles and a new life in California. No one is writing Booker Wade's name in grade-school assignments for Black History Month. But in my Guatemalan American family, he's a living legend. "Booker, thanks for taking my mother to the hospital," I told him when we met in Palo Alto last week, and it was hard not to say it without tears welling up in my eyes because I've been waiting four decades for the chance.
January 30, 2014 |
After the death Tuesday of L.A. film czar Tom Sherak, his deputy, Rajiv Dalal, the last executive to work with him, shared his thoughts on his passing: We grew very close in his waning months, and I feel that there is one story still to be told -- how Tom dedicated the last three months of his life to help the people of Los Angeles. When first we met, Tom was in the early stages of recuperating from what was hoped to be his last chemotherapy treatment. And while he likely needed more time for recovery, Tom recognized the urgency of being the mayor's newly appointed film czar and charged forth to begin stemming runaway production.
December 17, 1989
Regarding Paul Rosenfield's Dec. 3 article, "The Inside Man," in which director Steven Spielberg speaks of the greatness of "The Godfather, Part I" and "Lawrence of Arabia": Certainly Spielberg himself has created cinematic events that rival the impact of "Godfather" and "Lawrence." I consider "E.T." such an event. That film exudes a warmth that is more touching than the "medium cool" and distancing storytelling of David Lean and the epic/nostalgic flourishes of Francis Coppola.
February 28, 2005
In responding to Nancy Soderberg's Feb. 20 Opinion piece suggesting that Condoleezza Rice could receive the Nobel Peace Prize, letter writer Hans Grellmann (Feb. 23) states, "Warmongers don't get peace prizes." The godfather of modern terrorism, Yasser Arafat, received the peace prize in 1993. Gregory Givens Redondo Beach
January 5, 1997
"Read Any Good Movies, Lately" by Joseph Hanania (Dec. 18) portrays Scenario, the Magazine of the Screenwriting Art, as the really only game in town for publishing multiple screenplays (four in each quarterly issue). Let me correct the record. I am Sam Thomas, a member of the Writer's Guild for almost 30 years, and editor of the ongoing series "Best American Screenplays," published in hardcover by Crown (Random House), now three collections, with a fourth planned. All of these anthologies--the first with a foreword by Frank Capra--are still happily in print since the initial work was published in 1986.
May 1, 1985 |
Baron Joerg Adolf Sigismund von Holzschuher, who owns the 17th-Century castle where President Reagan is staying this week, says his godfather was Adolf Hitler. Holzschuher, owner of Gymnich Castle, said he was given his middle name for the Nazi leader and received a silver dish as a gift from Hitler at his christening in a small village in northern Bavaria in 1934. Hitler was not present at the christening and Holzschuher never saw him, he said today.
April 16, 2000 |
This is embarrassing to admit, but I feel as if I'm the only person in Los Angeles who isn't busy. It's not that I lack activities--after all, I have a 3-year-old son, a husband, a career and a yearlong remodeling project meandering toward completion. Even so, I continually find myself on the losing end of busier-than-thou one-upmanship. One Saturday last spring my son's godfather called. He had a Christmas present for Nicholas and wanted to coordinate a drop-off time.
April 14, 2002 |
The beginning of the end of life as we know it occurred here, on a beaten patch of asphalt out in the vast, flat no man's land of greater Los Angeles. The beginning of the end came unannounced. There was no salute, no blast of trumpets or heavenly choir. It came in the sunken heat of summer at an abandoned drive-in movie theater called the Roadium. The Roadium was graced by a grand arched gate that, in its day, promised entry to whatever secret kingdom Hollywood could conjure.