With the coming of Memorial Day, I’m reminded of my father, Lawrence Wesley Grady, a man who deserves to be remembered. As a child, I remember him driving our car as I sat behind him in the back seat. From there I could lean forward and touch with fascination the two dime-size scars on his neck, one on each side. I had a vague idea what had caused them, but it would be years later, as an adult, before I would fully realize the pain and sacrifice his scars actually represented.
In order to understand the environmental issues of California, you must have intimate knowledge of CEQA. The first time I heard this, I wondered who she was.
But she’s not a she. She’s the highly-maligned California Environmental Quality Act of 1970, signed into law by Governor Ronald Reagan.
When my wife Judy and I moved from northern California to Pilgrim Place in Claremont in August of 2012, we were not quite sure how we would fare in getting to know our 324 new neighbors. We got a bit of an inkling, however, when I wheeled the rental moving truck up in front of our new residence.
Trees. In addition to beauty and enhancing the value of property, trees are essential for a comfortable and healthy habitat. Properly feeding our urban forest helps sustain well-being, not just for us but for all living creatures. When we spread poisons on soil and trees we are poisoning ourselves and all other creatures that contribute to the health of our community ecosystem.
It is an exciting time for Claremont Unified School District. CUSD has had a long standing tradition of excellence in academics, the arts, athletics and extracurricular and co-curricular activities.
As the 2013-2014 school year comes to an end, I would like to highlight several of the accomplishments that have supported this tradition of excellence.
My life has been a love affair with the English language, an infatuation fostered by Tolkien and time.
I loved early readings of The Pokey Little Puppy, Little Golden Book Classic and personal bedtime story staple, with the same love I would find later for Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Soaking in the words of others, from Seuss to Stine, I also found my own. My first published piece lies in a flimsy, laminate-covered copy of The Snowmen, adapted by Mrs. Holt’s kindergarten class. It remains in a prominent place on my bookshelf.