A bit less than a month ago, about two dozen people squeezed into a conference room at the Glendale YWCA, all there to share their feelings about the Glendale News-Press.
Many years ago, back when I used to answer my land-line telephone, I found myself in a conundrum. I realized that, when a caller asked, “May I speak to June, please?” I would answer “This is she.” But I couldn’t for the life of me explain why. Why did I use the...
Irma Kalish had not seen her friend in years, yet here she was, thousands of miles from where they first met, telling Kalish all about the surgery that removed a cancerous tumor from her breast.
The water is coming! The water is coming! Spectacular amounts of it! Quick, round up two of every animal and meet us at the ark at dusk. This thing that’s bearing down on us is gargantuan! It’s monumental! It’s…it’s…Stormageddon!
On March 28, Glendale High School will rename its auditorium the John Wayne...
How time flies.
When Barbara Howell interviewed for the job of directing Burbank’s aid center and food bank, the building looked lived-in and run down.
On Thursday, I spent a pleasant morning and early afternoon hand-delivering copies of our new Montrose/La Crescenta edition. I’m pleased to say that everyone — literally everyone — I spoke to was pleased about our newest initiative, with many saying they’re looking forward to...
Regular readers of this column know that I spend a lot of time talking about grammar wrongs that aren’t — the countless mythical language no-nos that get passed down from generation to generation of people who never bother to look them up.
Norman Sewelson was out of his car for… 20 minutes? Maybe 30? He doesn’t remember — it was a long time to be sitting by the heavy traffic on Pico Boulevard, waiting for the dirty little dog to trust him.
Well, the walk on the beach together in six months isn’t going to happen after all. We lost my brother Len on Monday following an...
A group of university researchers working with some Facebook folks have recently determined that I’m not a dinosaur. Not yet, at least.
Last week Hoover High had a Recruitment Night for the eighth-grade parents of Toll Middle School.
If you want to know how bad the helicopter noise gets in Burbank, ask a horse.
This coming week is a pretty big one for our publication. If you missed the editor's note last week, here's a recap in form of an editor's column:
If you have two children, and Sarah was born before Bobby, then Sarah is the older of the two. But is she also the oldest?
How do I know we live in the future? Because on Saturday I watched a couple of school kids enter a virtual world where they built a toy robot and were ready to manufacture it in a few hours.
I’m supposed to write a column right now, but as I type these words my brother Len is fighting for his life at home battling AIDS. It’s tough for me to think of a whole lot else. So please indulge me.
Making good grammar decisions usually requires very little grammar. If the sentence “Whom are you?” sounds wrong, it probably is. You don’t need to know why. You need never have heard the term “predicate nominative” or even “object pronoun.” Call it...
When working with teenagers, I try to keep up with the latest trends so that I can name-drop a Kardashian or crack a joke about Instagram to let them know that this old-man teacher does have an awareness of youth culture.
If you were to ask me where the worst place is to start your career as a sewer worker, I might have said behind a chili restaurant. That’s where mine started.
I woke up early Friday morning, my eyes blinking against the light and the sound of my alarm blaring in the predawn gloom. The balmy morning air gently woke me up as I made my way north to Glendale Community College.
According to my 1933 Oxford Universal Dictionary, “good-bye” and “co-operate” are hyphenated, neither “leg room” nor “birth rate” can be run together into a single word, and “teenager” doesn’t exist.
Bees are life-giving little insects that make our food possible, and they even make some of it on their own. They’re fuzzy, colorful and cute in a six-legged freaky sort of way.
A Southland health insurance broker named Brad Reichman — whose clients run from Santa Barbara to the Inland Empire and include Burbank, Glendale and La Canada — called me the other day to share a horror story borne out of the Affordable Care Act.
Don’t read this column. Really. It’s not like the other articles out there that impart knowledge. Instead, this one could leave you feeling like you know less than you did before you started reading.
Those who go into the teaching field are often viewed as giving individuals due to the lack of financial rewards, and nowhere is that truer than with those who train to become teachers who sacrifice an entire year’s salary.
If public speaking is as great a fear as they say, I just met the bravest people in Burbank.
I struggled a bit over writing this column — that is, whether or not to provide the noxious Westboro Baptist Church any ink about their planned protests Sunday at four Glendale churches.
Ask any grammar buff what separates good writers from the not-so-good and you’ll probably get an answer like misuse of “lay” and “lie” or dangling participles or “who” in place of “whom.”
I had plans. Big, juicy ones. I had the kinds of plans that enable men to conquer mountains (or at least the hills above downtown Burbank).
Cartoonist Bert Ring depicts the Burbank city council's resolutions for the new year, including those of longtime council member and vice mayor David Gordon, who now inches towards his goal.
Not long ago this column examined the phrase “different to.” A reader who had heard the term in a TV commercial wanted to know: Shouldn’t it be “different from”? I spent the following 500 words discussing how preposition choices are a matter of idiom — standard...
One of my favorite Christmas presents this year was from my wife, a box set of the classic TV show “Leave It to Beaver.”
Walking around the warehouse home of Burbank’s Rose Parade float is a bit like a movie set — you’ve got constant motion, many colorful set pieces and the...
Recently, Los Angeles Times columnist Meghan Daum wrote about the word “literally.” It’s not OK, she argued, that the Oxford English Dictionary expanded the definition of “literally” to include “informal, used for emphasis while not being literally true.”
For the past week or so, I’ve been receiving emails from MoveOn.org requesting that we refuse to run letters to the editor that deny climate change.
On my parents’ Christmas tree hangs a wooden train ornament. It is a simple, quaint expression of the youthful joys of the holidays — not the flashy hi-techitude of the laser-cut teddy bear that hangs nearby.
In a world where cutting back on our energy consumption is a matter of honor — where reducing one’s ecological footprint has become a vital measure of humans’ responsibility to the planet and its dwindling resources — one couple defiantly bucks the green trend.
John in Albany, N.Y., had a question about something he heard in a TV commercial: “Dentures are different to real teeth.”
Each December, there is an increasing amount of attention spent on the word “Christmas” and how its use has to be carefully monitored, especially in schools.
There’s a very real spiritual center at Burbank First United Methodist Church. It’s heard in the voices of the world-class choir, and it’s felt in the neighborly brunch that follows the Sunday service.
After half a dozen fits and starts, I'm happy to announce we are finally beginning our Community Advisory Boards.
Around this time of year, I usually give out advice about how to avoid the errors people make forming plurals and possessives on their holiday cards.
The Christmas roller coaster at Nick and Carrie Nolan’s house was built with a lot of screws and a lot of headaches.
If there’s one thing we have already learned this holiday season, it’s that we want our gratification instantly or not at all.
Randy in Orange County wrote recently to ask about the following passage, which he came across in a newspaper article: “Pat Haden didn’t fire Kiffin. He fired himself.”
Now that Glendale students and teachers have experienced the entire week of Thanksgiving off for the first time like their La Cañada brethren, I can officially call such an action a turkey (pun intended).
Jack Volpei first heard about the YMCA’s summer camp in 1963. He was told it would be good for his son, who was then 7 years old. And it was free.