As I write this, Los Angeles is surrounded by wildfires, there’s a Category 4 hurricane headed our way, mudslides may follow the hurricane, and we’re overdue for a major earthquake.
Last month Kentucky Fried Chicken unveiled the latest addition to its menu: the Double Down. The instant classic includes slices of pepper jack and Swiss cheeses, the Colonel’s secret sauce and bacon wrapped not in bread, but between two slices of boneless KFC original recipe fried chicken.
Q: This question comes out of numerous recent discussions I have had. Why is it that we sometimes say the meanest things and hurt those we care about? Why do they do it to us? – Signed, Sorry A: Dear Sorry, This is a great question and I want to remind you that your personal information will be kept
For the past two years, my roommate and I have shared a two-bedroom apartment on a nice, quiet block in Mid-City. A few weeks ago, he told me he’d be moving out.
I have written a couple of columns for the SMDP detailing my own health and lifestyle habits. Even with the indulgence of my weekly Cuban cigar and a professional adulation for single malt scotch, my QALY (Quality-Adjusted Life Year) is pretty damn spectacular for an ardent martial artist in his six
The mysterious lives of lobsters have intrigued humans since their first description by Pliny in A.D. 100 — and for many good reasons. With lobster names like: Hunchback locust, regal slipper, marbled mitten, velvet fan, musical furry, unicorn, buffalo blunt-horn, African spear, Arabian whip and rou
For most of us, Labor Day means the end of the summer, time to pack up the barbecue and the pool toys, put the tiki lamps in storage and break out the fall decorations.
Editor’s Note: The Quackers are three awesome ducks — Rusty, Richard and Sydney — from the canals of Venice who are on a mission to educate the community about the dangers of global warming and the importance of practicing sustainability, all while surfing the most gnarly waves possible.
The ink was barely dry on last Monday’s Daily Press with my column about pending changes in maximum speed limits on a number of city streets when my phone started ringing.
There are geriatric programs now that encourage medical students to spend 10 days or so in a nursing home — as a patient. They are given a “pretend” disease and diagnosis, and if that means living in a wheelchair and eating a special diet, that’s what they do.
Borrowing from John Steinbeck, who borrowed it from Shakespeare, it’s been the summer of my discontent. Even the weather. Until just this week, August was more like “June Gloom.
