Editor’s Note: This is a series in which Daily Press writers overhear and observe happenings around Santa Monica. LINCOLN BLVD. — A blond woman in black jeans strode purposefully down Broadway on Wednesday, quickening her pace as she approached a flashing orange hand at the Lincoln crosswalk.
Last week I demonstrated in my illiberal “Star Trek” movie review that only conservatives exist as the movers, shakers and rocket ship makers of the future.
SAMOHI — Far away from the Los Angeles Coliseum and the confetti, there was a dimly lit classroom in Santa Monica that played home to a very different kind of Lakers celebration on Wednesday.
SIERRA LEONE — A trying week had just ended and Dr. Robert Hamilton was ready to go home. The trip to Sierra Leone had been an overwhelming experience to the small team of volunteer American doctors and nurses led by the Santa Monica pediatrician to the war-torn country, fully expecting devastation
After my column last week, one particular reader, whom either lives in Cleveland or hates the Lakers, completely flipped out. I’ve been writing columns in Santa Monica for over 20 years and his e-mail takes the cake (assuming there’s a cake for profanity and lousy grammar).
Because my deadline is Thursday at 4 p.m., by the time you read this, the Lakers will either be up one game or down one game in the NBA Finals. (I’m biting my tongue at the thought of the latter, which hurts if you think about it.
WILSHIRE BLVD — A year since its opening, the complaints are still coming in from neighbors about SOUTH, bemoaning the noise and other general quality of life issues which they believe came with the popular restaurant.
It’s been said that many a truth has been spoken in jest. Last year, I wrote an April Fool’s column in which I pretended to announce my candidacy for a seat on the Santa Monica City Council because I believed that it needed “an injection of energy, youth, style, soul, and sex appeal.
