The Grunion

I'm going to try to keep this one short — I figure quick requests are more effective than long, drawn-out pitches.

Back in the prehistoric era, when I was attending what we called junior high school, I was a half-miler in track for about 15 minutes.

I don’t often take on the falderol that takes place in the nation’s capitol in this column, but it’s hard to ignore this week.

It seems like every two or three years, I feel compelled to write a column about how it feels like I’m working in a vacuum.

Like pretty much everything else this year, Saturday’s Fourth of July promises to be something different.

I'm beating my head against the wall — the dogs hate it when I do that — trying to come up with something to write about that isn't coronavirus related.

While the world is consumed with the coronavirus and how to be safe, the clock still is ticking on the March 3 primary.

It’s hard to talk to anyone these days without hearing their take on the coronavirus that causes COVID-19.

A few comments about last week's column on Measure A made me realize some folks don't understand that this particular space includes my opinion, and my opinion only.

Say government, and most people's antennae goes up. Say tax, and those antennae start to quiver. Say tax hike or tax extension, and the antennae commence to shake.

I have lived in Southern California for more than 28 years, and I still cannot believe people out here do this to themselves day after day.

It's hard to believe this is the last Grunion printed before Christmas Day, 2019. The season seems to have snuck up on us, hasn't it?

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