I remember as a 10-year-old the wonder of my first passbook savings account. It was with a savings & loan (S&L), a bank-like company that focused on home mortgages. The savings account paid a 5.25 percent interest rate.
Every time I visited the S&L to deposit money I had earned from odd jobs, I would hand the teller the cash and my passbook, which resembled a passport.
Each month I receive a newsletter for newspaper publishers highlighting the latest media news and trends. This month’s issue had an unusual story printed on the front page, offering tips for managing stress as an executive in the media business. Even after a year living with the pandemic, I’ve never seen “adversity” tips so prominently displayed in an industry newsletter.
It’s no surprise that art galleries are struggling these days. Having closed my own, Hillside Fine Art, in August, more out of fear of the future than any real struggles from the pandemic, I am aware how even during good times, it’s hard to connect artwork with buyers. During six years in business, I was told by many how art was an easier venture for both artists and galleries before the Great Recession of 2008.
Earlier this year, the COURIER published two columns written by John Neiuber that talked about the history of local indigenous tribes that included the Tongva and Kizh tribes. The issue of their names came up because of disagreements over their history and heritage. What's the official recognized name? Opinions differed depending the group. This caused some readers to write in support of their Kizh or Tongva heritage. Below are the letters commenting on the columns and this complex name issue.
Over the past several years it has been difficult at times to identify what the “one” is out of many. Deep divides have been created. Polarization is the new normal. Each side must win. Compromise appears to be a forgotten word, along with the word civility.
Let me catch you up on how we got here.
So, a couple of nights ago we were awoken in the middle of the night by noises coming from inside our wall and the kitchen. In the morning we found oranges that had been partially eaten. It did not take a Super Genius to figure out that it was either a mouse or rat.