A week ago Thursday, about 20 people met with me at the open-but-not-quite-grand-open Canyon Grille at DeBell in Burbank.
One day in late March 2009 I sat with my wife at Club Tee Gee in Atwater Village, having a quiet drink. It was a Tuesday afternoon, my birthday, and the waning days of a fortunately brief spate of unemployment for the two of us.
John Drayman, convicted liar and thief, got away with it one more time. The...
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.
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,...
On Thursday, readers in La Crescenta and Montrose will see a zoned print edition focused on their neighborhoods. That edition, titled "The News-Press" will be delivered to homes and businesses each week.
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:
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.
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.
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.
After half a dozen fits and starts, I'm happy to announce we are finally beginning our Community Advisory Boards.
Here's the scene: I'm sitting at the breakfast bar in a condominium rental a few blocks away from the University of Washington, watching the famously gloomy Seattle skies get grayer and grayer. I have to write a column, and I have no idea what in the...
Quasi-anonymous blogs seem to be an ignoble specialty of our towns, Wi-Fi-enabled trolls cowardly throwing stones from behind the blue screen of their computers.
Earlier this month, the Burbank Leader and Glendale News-Press ran an editorial praising the implementation of the Affordable Care Act — aka "Obamacare" — and what we saw as being the positive local impacts of the federal law.
Like a dormant volcano, the long-smoldering Sagebrush issue may be again ready to blow all over Glendale and La Cañada.
On my desk sits a pink-and-black political mailer that screams that Assemblyman Mike Gatto is "Porn's Best Friend." Inside is a nearly...
Ugh. What a week.
Leonor Gaviña-Valls remembers with photographic clarity the August day she was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer.
At just after 10 Monday morning, I hiked up the steep steps of a Megabus coach outside the downtown Burbank Metrolink station.
About five years ago, a Burbank friend of mine dragged me out the house one night for an esoteric piece of only-in-Los-Angeles weirdness called the "Neon Cruise."
At just past 8:30 a.m., the neon sign flickered to life. Guthrie's Alley Cat had put out the welcome mat for the morning beer-and-shots crowd.
In San Francisco, people literally danced in the streets when same-sex marriage was re-un-illegalized. In West Hollywood, couples waited in line for hours for the privilege of being married in a municipal building.
Our reporters are hard at work nailing down the details of the deliciously ridiculous "Shift It" music video-slash-auto commercial-slash-Internet meme, but I couldn't let another second go by without embedding the video on our sites.
On Tuesday evening, I had the chance to speak to a class at Glendale Community College run by the school's police chief, Gary Montecuollo. I have spoken to this class before, which focuses on law enforcement's interactions with the larger community,...
Each year Armenians worldwide commemorate the murder of 1.5 million of their ancestors by what was then the Ottoman Empire in the time around World War I. Each year, the United States government – fearing the backlash of Turkish rulers –...
For about 15 hours this week, I’ve been sitting in Vrej Agajanian’s AABC TV studio, serially interviewing each of the candidates for Glendale’s City Council, School Board and City Clerk.
We blew it. During the last few weeks, our editorial board stared long and hard at Burbank's proposed school bond, Measure S. We talked to proponents and opponents, and nearly drove ourselves batty looking at spreadsheets and amortization schedules.
About 30 minutes into watching the Wednesday night dress rehearsal of “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street” at John Burroughs High School in Burbank, I had an unsettling realization.
I walk around my neighborhood with a long-handled socket wrench now. The metal has a comforting heaviness.
The bomb threat at R.D. White Elementary School on Monday set thousands of sets of teeth on edge, including mine. News it was a hoax brought relief, and anger at the knucklehead who would do such a thing.
Lisa Dugum is 33 and lives in Northridge with her parents.
December can be a rough month. The stress, the obligations, the gift anxiety, and the memories of friends and family whose addresses no card will reach often make me long for January.
They say when an older person dies, a library is lost. If that's the case, I met a university-sized one Monday, and I'd like to preserve at least some of the stacks for perpetuity.
At the very back of our Glendale offices, in a cramped, ill-lit room, is a treasure trove of local history, art and the general debris from a 107-year-old business, a year older than the city in which it sits.
In my nearly four years in the editor’s chair, I’ve used this space on occasion to talk about our joys, our pains or to announce changes. This column has a bit of all three.
We’re pleased to announce the unveiling of an app for the Glendale News-Press for the iPhone
The L'Eden Restaurant & Bar sits on the corner of Tampa and Madison streets in downtown Tampa, about five blocks away from where the Republican National Convention was held this week.
TAMPA, Fla. – As the Republican National Convention draws to a close, the Democratic National Convention ramps up in Charlotte, North Carolina, 575 miles to the north.
Rain comes down hard in Florida. It comes down suddenly and leaves just as quickly, the UV-rays quickly burning your skin in the places washed clean of sunblock.
TAMPA, Fla. – Though Tuesday was a day filled with frustrations – filled with clueless guards and curt hall monitors – I solved the photo floor pass mystery Wednesday.
TAMPA, Fla. -- After trekking up and down yet another stairwell at the Tampa Bay Times Forum with my photo gear, I prayed I had finally reached my goal: a floor photo pass.
As part of its coverage of the Republican National Convention, Times Community News met with members of the GOP delegation from the 27th and 28th Congressional Districts - the areas that serve our coverage cities. Next up: Stephen Larson, a former...
ST. PETE BEACH, Fla. -- Times Community News caught up with John Cushman III at the Tradewinds resort, where the California GOP delegation is staying. Cushman, who lives in Pasadena, is chairman of a multinational real estate firm.
ST. PETERSBURG, Fla. -- Dr. Greggory DeVore, a fetal specialist from La Cañada Flintridge and GOP delegate, talked about the value of the independence and self-reliance during a talk at a symposium outside the Republican National Convention...
TAMPA, Fla. -- As part of the coverage for the Republican National Convention, Times Community News conducted interviews with the GOP delegates from the 27th and 28th Congressional districts. First up: Dr. Greggory DeVore, a fetal medicine specialist...
At 4 a.m. Friday morning, Paul Hubler's neighbor called. A bear is in my yard, he said. A few minutes later, a 400-pound ursine, believed to be the famed Meatball, was in the shallow end of Hubler's pool.
We sat by the pool at the Glendale Days Inn on a recent morning, drinking Keystone under an umbrella.
When Frank's Restaurant, a Burbank landmark, went dark in March, a collective cry went out from Clybourn to Alameda avenues, from Forest Lawn to Bel Aire drives.