I woke Tuesday morning with a peculiar feeling.
After more than 20 years of Tuesday newspaper production, it dawned on me that this would be my last. Since the fall of 1991, minus some years of maternity leave and child-rearing, I have spent nearly every Tuesday parked in front of a computer screen at the COURIER, making newspaper pages and advertisements.
On Thursday, February 7, the CUSD School Board received a presentation on surplus property in the district and its corollary issue of transitioning the Service Center, which is currently located adjacent to the old district building on Base Line Road.
I’m surprised the post office didn’t kill Saturday delivery sooner. They’re broke. Even though they were hemorrhaging money for the past several years, they needed permission from Congress to make any significant change, and you know what that means…nothing gets done.
I received an invitation for the trip of a lifetime last summer, when my Northwestern University friend Shanik Patel announced he was engaged to be married in December of 2012. Although he and his now-wife Hiral live in the United States, the wedding was to be held in Rajasthan, India. I did not need to be asked twice to go. What better way is there to cap off my final semester at Claremont Graduate University than a destination wedding?
I decided to block out 3 weeks for the trip
I was about 14 years old when I discovered the music of Frank Zappa and his band, The Mothers of Invention. I always felt that life would be more enjoyable with more humor and creativity, and Frank’s music provided me with that. It was often crude humor, and as a youngster perhaps it was the shock value that amused me, but Frank and the band’s overall outlook and attitude towards life seemed to match my own quite well.