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SPORTS
March 14, 1987
I've had it with people complaining about the short-lived inconveniences caused by the marathon-related traffic jams. The long-term benefits of the marathon to L.A. far outweigh such inconvenience. Besides, the event was well publicized, including street closures, and afforded all an opportunity to plan to travel using alternate routes. To the gentleman who suggested rerouting the marathon to Catalina, why doesn't he go there next year at marathon time--on a one-way ticket.
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CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
August 7, 1992
Ah yes, I remember fondly the many evenings spent driving through Bob's Big Boy restaurant in Burbank when I was a high school student in the '60s. I'm now a grown-up resident of neighboring Toluca Lake, which means I drive past that eyesore often. I'd prefer not being reminded that our taste in architecture and style is reflected in that building. Mr. Moruzzi's attempt to preserve hamburger stands in making Bob's a state Historic Point of Interest makes me laugh . . . and cringe.
NEWS
April 22, 1993
Bernie Wayne, 74, composer of popular songs including "There She Is, Miss America," the theme song for the beauty pageant. Born in Patterson, N.J., Wayne also wrote such evergreen hits as "Blue Velvet" and "Laughing on the Outside, Crying on the Inside." His popular instrumentals included "Vanessa," "Port-au-Prince" and "Magic Touch." Recently, he had been working on an autobiography titled "There He Is," and writing country songs.
MAGAZINE
August 11, 1991 | CELESTE FREMON, Celeste Fremon's last piece for Los Angeles Times Magazine concerned the final days of Bruno Bettelheim. She is writing a book on Father Boyle and the Pico-Aliso gangs
At exactly 7 p.m. on an uncommonly warm night in early March, 1990, some 300 mourners, most of them members of the Latino gang the East L.A. Dukes, descend upon Dolores Mission Church at the corner of 3rd and Gless streets in Boyle Heights. They arrive by the carload and cram themselves into the scarred wooden pews that fill the sanctuary. As they file into the small stucco building, they cast edgy glances toward the street, as if expecting trouble.
ENTERTAINMENT
August 14, 1994 | Bruce Newman, Bruce Newman is an occasional contributor to Calendar
"Oh, Jesus, no," Harrison Ford says, suddenly throwing the hulking tan pickup he is driving into reverse. Instantly, Ford's jaw muscles tighten, his eyes harden, and the unmistakable stench of death fills the air. (Later it turns out that the unmistakable stench of death was actually a dumpster filled with day-old chicken bones.) "We can't go in there," he hisses, the unmistakable stench of fear in his voice, and it is only then that it becomes obvious. Harrison Ford is afraid.
MAGAZINE
March 16, 1986 | MICHAEL FESSIER JR., Michael Fessier Jr.'s "In Search of the Chicken Cackler and Other Unlikely Missions" (Capra Press) is due out this fall.
TO COMMEMORATE THE BICENTENNIAL OF THE CITY OF SANTA BARBARA 1782 - 1982 SHEILA LODGE, MAYOR CONSTRUCTED WITH PUBLIC DONATIONS BY THE TRUST FOR PRESERVATION OF THE SANTA BARBARA WATERFRONT THOMAS A. LONG, PRESIDENT BENEFACTORS EMILY W. DEWARE, MAJOR DONOR ELSIE C.
NEWS
November 27, 2005 | Kurt Blumenau, Allentown Morning Call
The first line of The Band's classic-rock staple "The Weight" draws a clear, almost cinematic picture of a lonely traveler pulling into a town called Nazareth. But which Nazareth? Did songwriter Robbie Robertson base the song on the Pennsylvania borough, the biblical town, or some other Nazareth? And is the song's story of generosity gone wrong based on real-life events? Had "The Weight" been a here-today, gone-tomorrow pop single, those questions might not matter.
NEWS
August 21, 1985 | Jack Smith
Though I have struggled vainly here with such profound questions as the definition of time and of love, and the difference between prose and poetry, I have always imagined that I had indeed nailed down the final answer to one great literary question: Who wrote or first said that immortal line, "Let me get out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini"?
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