CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
February 8, 1995
Harry Adams was a preeminent African American community photographer of Los Angeles for nearly three decades, until his death at age 66 in 1985. His first work was as a free-lance news photographer for the California Eagle and the Los Angeles Sentinel. Later, he was better known for his portraits of politicians, entertainers and society figures. According to Libby Clark, longtime food editor at the Sentinel, Adams was known as "One-Shot Harry" for his ability to get it right the first time.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
November 5, 1996 |
Cal State Northridge officials have taken up the task of cataloging several hundred thousand photographs taken by African American photographer Harry Adams in an effort to preserve this pictorial history of Los Angeles. The university will exhibit Adams' work at the California Afro-American Museum in March. At a brunch Saturday, dozens of his friends, family members and former colleagues will view some of the photographs in an attempt to identify the subjects.
February 13, 1998 |
Science-fiction thrillers are like children with a secret: They want to hold off revealing what they know for as long as possible. With "Sphere," that reticence has a reason: The more the movie explains itself, the more ordinary it becomes. As the umpteenth entrant in the We-Are-Not-Alone sweepstakes, "Sphere" feels awfully familiar because it is.
September 7, 1989 |
Bart Giamatti, baseball commissioner and president of Yale in 1978-86, was laid to rest Wednesday after a private graveside service attended by his family and close friends. Burial was in the Grove Street Cemetery, traditional burial site for Yale presidents. Entrance to the cemetery was closely guarded during the service, and the gates were locked immediately after the mourners left. At least 50 relatives and friends, including Yale President Benno C. Schmidt Jr.
October 8, 2006 |
It is my mother's memory, not mine. Consequently, it is a recollection that doesn't feel observed so much as absorbed. But I was there, and so, too, my father: the three of us launching ourselves into a day of optimistic house-hunting. It is 1964; I am nearly 2; "New Baby" is on the way.