As Long Beach gobbled up land to the north, east, west and south through dozens of annexations it acquired streets and thoroughfares in those neighborhoods and eventually, those street names had to be changed to conform with existing streets.
At the very least, if you buy this building, the government will be paying you rent for a few years.
So, the three-way tie was established, and the decades have passed with no sides of the triangle ceding territory in the interim, so the battle rages on, as we squabble and argue bitterly into the topic’s second century of debate.
I asked readers to submit their designs for a new flag, and the worst one we got (and we were raised in a manner that forbids us to note which entry that was) was still at least twice as good as the current city flag.
The 200-acre park was touted by enthusiastic supporters as Long Beach’s counterpart of San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park.
I printed out the item and showed it to my colleagues, grizzled journalists all, and each agreed it was the weirdest story they’d ever seen. And each one who read it said, “What?”
One reason for people listing their homes now, or are in the market for a new house, is simply that because of stay at home orders and more people choosing to stay and/or work at home, paired with the relative inability to travel to any real extent, people are getting sick of their current residences.
When we find out or reach the verdict that the honoree is no longer deserving of praise and emulation, the honor can and should be retracted. It’s not changing history, it’s clarifying it; it’s completing it.
As we embark on 2020 Part II, the confluence of the young year’s disasters and woes have prompted many conversationalists to wonder, while knocking madly on wood, what calamity can next get thrown into the mix.
One shady character, the police noted, was 120 years old, and if you saw a 120-year-old man driving down Seventh Street, no doubt with his left-turn blinker on for the last three miles, you’d pull him over too.
