The City Council never sleeps. The insomniacs stayed up until past midnight dealing about highly contentious subjects, from swimming pools to warring animal groups. The fun (almost) never ends.
An American flag at the State of the City contained too many stars—Also: a possible sign-stealing controversy, an interesting endorsement and staff pick and a rendezvous with Uncle Joe.
For this year’s State of the City speech, the magic drinking word is “development” and you’re gonna want to pregame on platters of pasta, salmon and eggs if you want to hang with the professionals.
Our track record with predictions, we should note, is unmatched (though, admittedly, not in the good way) among prognosticators.
The president was impeached yesterday. Did you hear? Do you care?
We’ve got back-stabbing, death wishes and a serious style violation on our hands this week. Thank goodness we have our newest staffer: A 9-month old dachshund mix named Senua.
Also: What was behind the extremely awkward silence at Tuesday’s council meeting, and our plans for the Elephant Lot now that the Angels deal is dead.
The Backroom gratitude edition has arrived.
The Scorpion submarine moored next to the Queen Mary is reportedly about to be sold. We didn’t even know the rusted racoon-sanctuary was on the blocks—but we have some theories about its mystery buyer.
Also: The opponent best positioned to give the “Son of the Sixth” a headache in March appears to be a Cambodian activist who is highly organized, well-funded and is picking up some hefty endorsements.
