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.”
A story in the Post explained the long line of cargo ships waiting to enter the port. “Of course that’s the ‘official story,’ but is it the truth?” wonders one conspiracy enthusiast.
“The words of a president matters,” Biden said. “At best they can inspire; at worst they can incite.” “Worst” is what Trump does best, as he demonstrated Wednesday morning, our columnist Tim Grobaty writes.
There are experts and studies that suggest that, rather engage in a resolution of self-flagellation, you instead strive for betterment by resolving to improve yourself in some manner other than abstinence.