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July 6, 2013 | By Sara Reichling
Looking back, perhaps it was just timing. Or perhaps it was the peculiar ambience of the Saddle Ranch Chop House (mechanical bull, sticky floor and stale beer smell) that thwarted a connection. Normally I wouldn't have been caught dead in that place, but it was Christmas Eve, and I had agreed to meet my friend Rachel, her boyfriend and their friend Joe for drinks. Joe was handsome in a normal-guy kind of way. Not my type - a bit too old and too well dressed. All I remember from that day is that he smoked menthols, he lived in Hollywood, and never in my life had a guy shown less interest in me. The next couple of years, I saw Joe once or twice, always at parties on the Eastside, where, to my dismay, my newly married friends had been migrating.
My neighbor is in bad shape. She's decrepit, she's broken; all she seems to have are memories. She's been alone and abandoned, in embarrassingly declining health, for about 10 years. People pass her daily, glance curiously, and move along. Some say they care, but they're not in a position to do anything. I refer to my neighbor as a "she" because she has always struck me as such. She's an "it," though. She's a house. I have looked out on her windows for 15 years. She was built around 1929 or '30.
January 10, 1987 | SANDRA CROCKETT, Times Staff Writer
Joe and Kay Peterson look like your average, everyday retired couple. Joe, tall and bespectacled with a quick laugh, once worked as a union electrician. Kay, white-haired and petite, used to be a registered nurse. But one fact distinguishes these 59-year-olds from most others: For the last 17 years the former Huntington Beach couple have lived a life some people only dream about.
February 20, 2014 | By Margaret Gray
It's hard to think of a clearer instance of preaching to the converted than a play in which a grammarian gets the best of an athlete. The Colony Theatre Company's spirited production of Lissa Levin's entertaining, sitcom-y “Sex and Education” gives us Stephanie Zimbalist (“Remington Steele”) as Miss Edwards, a deliciously dry, jaded English teacher whose belief in the importance of grammar has relegated her to a life of solitude and frustration. As she explains to the audience (the many soliloquies are set off from the action by Jared A. Sayeg's lighting)
December 16, 2008 | PETER H. KING, King is a Times staff writer.
We bumped into each other at the KC Korner, a little crossroads market in this northern Arizona farm town. I'd gone there to ask for directions to Sen. John McCain's ranch -- a secluded 7-acre spread that, had the election gone differently, would have served as the Western White House. He was there to buy a pack of Marlboros, a young man, dressed in T-shirt, jeans and scuffed boots, with a cellphone and folded knife on his belt. He introduced himself as Justin Pettijohn, said he'd spent most of his 36 years around here, frequently stalked game in the brush-covered hills overlooking the McCain place and had bid for jobs at the homes of some of the senator's neighbors.
July 22, 2009 | Mike Penner
Demonstrating that the big apple does not fall far from the tree, Hal Steinbrenner has borrowed a page from father George to motivate -- that's one word for it -- his baseball manager. "Joe [Girardi] knows what's expected of him. It's never changed," Steinbrenner told the New York Daily News. "We expect to win every year. Joe knows who he's working for. Joe knows the organization as good as anyone. He knows what's expected of him and he expects that of himself."
November 24, 2006 | Charlotte Stoudt;David C. Nichols
"A wedding is for daughters and fathers.... They stop being married to each other on that day." This bittersweet insight inspires the dream world of "Eurydice," now receiving its Los Angeles premiere in a Circle X Theatre Co. production. Playwright Sarah Ruhl strikingly re-conceives the Greek myth of the girl who falls underground and the musician who tries to bring her back to light as a story of wedding jitters.
Michael Mollo knows that "Fire Under Water (Prometheus Drowned)" is sure to be difficult for anyone who sees it. It's difficult for him; it's difficult for his actors, and it's difficult for those who have watched the play take shape in rehearsals. "This is a very demanding piece because it's stylistic, and it inverts reality . . . it just might be too challenging for Orange County or elsewhere," Mollo said resignedly of his new drama, which premieres at the Tribune Theatre on Friday.
October 18, 1990 | JAN HERMAN, Jan Herman covers theater for The Times Orange County Edition.
William Saroyan describes the 1939 setting for "The Time of Your Life," which is being revived by the Professional Actors Conservatory of Rancho Santiago College, as a specifically "American place." It is a San Francisco waterfront bar, home to every imaginable neighborhood type. The Irish are here, along with the Italians and the Arabs. The hookers stop by along with the swells.
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