In mid-May 1997, after two hours of discussion, the council torpedoed the Queen’s adventure to Japan.
The name that you shall call the bridge henceforth: Long Beach International Gateway Bridge.
Here in Long Beach, you can be entered into a drawing for a Nintendo Switch or a couple of nights in one of the city’s fine hotels. The catch? To be eligible you have to get a vaccination that will prevent you from dying a slow and miserable death.
Many of the weak-of-heart who have over the years abandoned the southern part of the the aptly-named Golden State, have kept the “the,” so you’ll hear it now and again in some of the lesser western states. But it remains, by birth, a Southern California thing.
I did manage to see one film at the Cinerama Dome. It was my birthday, Jan. 12, 1969 and I asked my parents to drop me and my best friend off at the theater to see Stanley Kubrick’s “2001: A Space Odyssey.”
Without getting tangled up in the intricacies of medical science and the whole messy business about how viruses work, Trump nearly a year ago put the threat of coronavirus in terms that a layperson could understand: “It’s going to disappear. One day, it’s like a miracle, it will disappear.”
Today, March 10, is the 88th anniversary of the Long Beach Earthquake.
They call it their “golden ticket” and include a photo of getting a shot, or a filled-out CDC card reminding them (and you) of their second shot appointment, which will give them eternal life.
The Lenten experience has traditionally been a mostly Catholic endeavor, though other religions also practice it, as do dedicated atheists who treat the 40-day sacrifice as an abbreviated, non-secular New Year’s Resolution.
LA County public health director Barbara Ferrer offers pretty blunt buzz-killing advice: “Don’t organize a party at home, don’t go to a Super Bowl party.”