CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
May 16, 1994 | GEORGE RAMOS
When I wrote last week about the gang-related trouble at a Downtown Cinco de Mayo celebration, a quote caught G-Dog's eye. It was from Armando Garza, who was so upset about gang rowdiness at such gatherings that he launched an emotional diatribe against Chicano gang members. "I hate them," Garza told me. G-Dog shook his head at that, because he thinks love and understanding, not hatred, are the ways to deal with gang members. They're human, too, he reasons.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
February 21, 1995 | CHING-CHING NI, TIMES STAFF WRITER
If it weren't for Stormy, Karla Leslein believes she would have gone over the edge, or maybe hurt someone. There have been times when Stormy was the only thing in the world that made Leslein feel like a human being. During the worst of times, Stormy stood by Leslein night and day, even when the best that Leslein could offer was a shopping cart for a bed and a plastic bag for a roof.
SPORTS
February 1, 2013 | By Houston Mitchell
Boxer Omar Henry, who was pulled from a televised fight card in November after discovering he had gallbladder cancer, died Friday in Chicago. He was 25. Henry, a light-middleweight, was supposed to fight on Showtime on Nov. 16. A couple of days before the event, he went to a doctor because of nausea. Tests revealed that he had Stage 4 gallbladder cancer. He posted the news on his Facebook page : "To all my friends and loyal fans I want to inform you all that I am fighting the fight of my life against a disease known as gallbladder cancer.
OPINION
August 20, 2012 | By Jeff Dietrich
For years Sheba lived on the streets with Georgina. "When it was cold, she kept me warm," Georgina recalled recently, "and if I got attacked, she protected me. " Sheba was a patient, loving German shepherd mix whose excess belly fat and low-hanging nipples gave testimony to her maternal nature. Everyone on skid row - kids, cops, prostitutes, pimps - loved her. But her best friends were the homeless street addicts who live outside our Catholic Worker soup kitchen, particularly Georgina.
NEWS
February 20, 1990 | ELIZABETH VENANT, TIMES STAFF WRITER
In the still of a recent evening, the sobs of gang members resounded within the rough stucco walls of Dolores Mission Catholic Church. Bearing rosaries and wearing sweat shirts inscribed with the epitaph, "Rest in Peace, Trigger," more than 500 mourners filed into the little Boyle Heights sanctuary for the funeral of 17-year-old Richard Paez, shot down at a pizza parlor by a member of a rival gang.
MAGAZINE
February 6, 2005
I am a widow of three months, 53 years old, and just finished reading Jo Giese's essay "Love After Death" (Jan. 23). I too was blessed for 17 years with a man who taught me what unconditional love, friendship and integrity are in a marriage and partnership. Although I find it hard to conceive that this emptiness, longing and loneliness will ever subside, I found hope and comfort in Giese's experience. I look forward to living life again. He would want this for me. I want this for me. Dee Hulse Thousand Oaks