Since moving to South Pasadena two years ago I’ve marveled at how much living here is like being in a Frank Capra movie. The small-town friendliness, the community spirit, the sense of fairness and consideration permeating everything from the business we conduct to the celebrations we share — it all adds up to something right [...]
Mark Zandi, the oft-quoted chief economist at Moody’s Analytics, recently proclaimed to CBS News that “The Great Recession is Over!” This immediately brought two questions to my mind: 1) Is he sure the rest of the country got the same memo? And… 2) When did we start calling it the Great Recession? Whatever you call [...]
After each winter storm roars through, South Pasadena wakes up to a snow-capped morning. And suddenly, every picture becomes a postcard. Read the Full Story at Glimpses of South Pasadena
Okay, everybody, it’s time for another round of my favorite game. If this mysterious private drive were the setting for a scene in a movie … what would happen here? Read the Full Story at Glimpses of South Pasadena
Yesterday was beautiful, but you could sense an undercurrent — like a minor chord disrupting a melody. The weatherman says it’s about to rain, but nobody sings it better than Neil Young. Read the Full Story at Glimpses of South Pasadena
At first I thought the sign said Tree and I wondered … was this some sort of plein air organic sculpture exhibit? Then I realized it said Free, and I thought why on earth would anyone want a free tree stump? Maybe it was meant to be a deeper message. Maybe it was pointing out [...]
Just when I thought I knew every house in South Pasadena, I turned a corner and noticed this one. How could I have missed those wonderful, whimsical shutters? Read the Full Story at Glimpses of South Pasadena
Remember how I mentioned that I like poetry on rainy days? How about this one, by Eve Merriam: Weather Dot a dot dot dot a dot dotSpotting the windowpane. Spack a spack speck flick a flack fleckFreckling the windowpane. A spatter a scatter a wet cat a clatterA splatter a rumble outside. Umbrella umbrella umbrella [...]
…although somehow I doubt it’s what Mitchell Parish had in mind when he wrote the lyrics. Read the Full Story at Glimpses of South Pasadena
Whenever we drive along Fair Oaks my four year old insists the side of this building looks like “robot faces hiding behind trees.” There’s a metaphor in there somewhere. Read the Full Story at Glimpses of South Pasadena
