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.
Over the years, the event has raised nearly a million dollars for local charities.
Beachwear shoppers won’t be out of luck for long. Longtime swimwear businessman Greg Stager, will open Bestswimwear at the former Diane’s site, hopefully by Thursday.
If you were to put 3,600 miles worth of fuel into an airliner and pointed the plane toward Qingdao, your trip will end, as World War II dispatches were datelined, “Somewhere in the Pacific.”
In Allen’s opponents’ camp’s fervor, there have been people staking out Allen’s Fountain Valley home, videotaping the property and the cars around it and whatever person happens to walk into the frame.
If you have ideas for a design that would make a (much) better flag or seal for Long Beach, the Post would love to see them.
In a moment of real-estate hilarity, the Redfin listing of the house referred to it as a “Hot Home.” That’s just cruel, guys.
The sham shuttered shop concerned some of Blue Windows’ faithful customers who feared another 2nd Street treasure had gone under.
Is the fact that they don’t serve food unfair to food-free bars? Yes, it is. And what, exactly, is food? The state’s guidance on restaurants, bars and wineries skirts the philosophical question “what is food?”