I am healing from my recent hip replacement surgery and it is time to begin my travels again. Walking is not quite up to where it was before the pain and surgery, even though I was never a great walker to begin with.
Now besides my “normal” duck walk, I limp as one leg is a bit longer than the other.
Lex in the City
by Mellissa Martinez
In recent weeks, COURIER readers have been sharing their views on the proposed police station. Although everyone seems to agree that we need a new station, there is vast disagreement on how to pay for it. Readers’ comments have made it quite clear that people are disgruntled and disappointed.
I once called Claremont Boresville, USA, but not anymore. Growing up in the City of Trees and PhDs, I used to say that you’d have to venture outside of town to find anything fun and interesting to do, especially during my teens and early 20s.
I would only get dinner in town for special occasions, meet my fellow Claremont friends for ice cream, or buy a break-up dress at Amelie. COURIER photo/Rachel Fagg
I have read with great interest the Readers’ Comments that have been published in the COURIER regarding the police facility bond measure, Measure SC.
With rare exception, the thoughtful opinions and concerns, whether for, against or undecided, have been expressed respectfully and in keeping with our community’s commitment to civility in public discourse on matters relating to municipal affaires; and I commend the COURIER’s editors for providing the public with this valuable means of expression and debate on this most needed investment in our public safety infrastructure, and for the balance and variety of the published comments.
Thank you for the opportunity to share with your readers and my neighbors a 40-year story of public funding for Claremont services. This will not likely be made into a TV blockbuster series, but I hope that it may enlighten our electorate.
And, yes, it involves the upcoming vote for a new police station—on the June 5 ballot as Measure SC. I hope that this will instill in us all the duty to pay it forward for the next generation of Claremonters.
Standing in the cold parking lot of Dodger Stadium under pre-dawn skies that threatened rain, my husband and I listened to the announcer’s voice: “Welcome to the 2012 Los Angeles Marathon! Today you will run or walk 26.2 miles, and I guarantee that after this experience, you will never be the same again.”
Then Randy Newman’s inspirational song, “I Love LA,” blasted from the speakers, igniting the euphoria of the 27,000 plus participants.