Nineteenth century French novelist Honoré de Balzac reportedly said, “Behind every great fortune is a great crime.” In American politics it cuts across party lines, from Joe Kennedy, Sr.
When I write these columns I’m often blessed with the company of Oscar, a gregarious golden retriever seizure alert dog who belongs to a neighbor of mine.
The Dodgers have 12 games remaining before the end of the season, which may be a relief for Dodger fans. At best the Dodgers will finish .500. Even worse, it appears they will still have Frank McCourt as their owner.
When I was 11, my Aunt Amelia took me to see Pancho Gonzales play at the L.A. Tennis Club. I spent a lot of time with my free-spirited aunt who was divorced and childless.
There’s so much bad news in the world these days it’s no wonder there’s a malaise in the air. (Not to be confused with smog.) Let’s discuss the economy.
Frank McCourt, the Dodgers owner, hopefully only temporarily, is the most reviled man in Los Angeles. (A title formerly held by O.J. Simpson.) McCourt earned this distinction by pillaging the storied Dodger franchise to support his and his wife Jamie’s opulent lifestyle.
Readers often e-mail (and I’m paraphrasing), “How do you come up with new ideas every week?” I generally assume that they’re asking in the complimentary sense.
Congress and the president may have resolved the debt crisis but to me it’s the same old, same old, only worse. I shouldn’t be so cynical, but, as Popeye used to say, “I y’am what I y’am.
A few mornings ago I woke up to my clock radio announcing that our national nightmare was over. At long last, the issue that threatened our way of life had finally ended.
As a boy I loved almost all sports — but not tennis. The game seemed too “country clubish” for me. Plus it was slow and the scoring was strange. For example, zero was called “love.
In a matter of hours we will all be facing “Carmageddon,” the shutting down of Interstate 405 between the 10 and the 101 freeways as part of the construction to widen the 405.
