I CAN”T STAND the thought that the State of California, where I have spent most of my life living, working, and raising a family, is now a “sanctuary state.” This week, Governor Jerry Brown “signed landmark “sanctuary state” legislation, vastly limiting who state and local law enforcement agencies can hold, question and transfer at the request of
NO MATTER HOW you felt about him, the death of Playboy magazine founder Hugh Hefner, who died last week at his famous mansion in the Holmby Hills section of Los Angeles, was one of those passings that got a lot of people worked up. Since Hefner passed away at the ripe old age of 91, a
LAST FRIDAY, my local late night newscast got hijacked by a car chase — again. For those who don’t know what I’m talking about, here’s a little background: If you like local news, you have a lot of options when you live in Southern California. During the work week, once you get past the dinner
FIRST IT WAS Harvey battering Houston and southeast Texas, and now you can add Hurricane Irma to the list of natural disasters as it bears down on Miami and the Florida peninsula. Hurricanes are terribly destructive things, but for most Californians, they’re something we never experience because the ocean off our coast is simply too cold.
IT’S LATE SUMMER, everybody out here in the People’s Republic of California seem to be on vacation, and Labor Day is still a couple of weeks away. So, it’s time for some old school clueless management from the good people over at Tronc. Don’t know what “Tronc” is? I’d be surprised if you did, but