Column: Who saw Janis Joplin sing in San Bernardino?

I pose the above question to readers concerning her concerts at Swing Auditorium in 1968 and 1970. Also: readers respond pro, con and somewhere in the middle concerning drive-thrus, and a Riverside woman appears on “Jeopardy!” All this in Sunday’s column.

This column, by the way, is more thrown-together than usual. It happens sometimes. I had forgotten that I’d received so many comments on drive-thrus via Twitter and Facebook until looking back at them Thursday afternoon and deciding I might as well make use of them.

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Column: He remembers shaking hands, shaving, seeing movies…

Marking six months of the stay-at-home order (issued March 19), I write a column I’ve had on my mind for a while, one in which I remember elements of the Before Times. I probably didn’t cover everything; in fact after filing the column I almost immediately added two short thoughts that occurred to me, about art museums and shaving. Perhaps some other insight will occur to me in the coming days, as I think about doing something and realize I can’t. Anyway, here’s my somewhat different, somewhat wistful Friday column.

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Column: We’re all living in ‘The Twilight Zone’

I threatened a couple of months ago to write about “The Twilight Zone” if anyone had interest, and I can’t say the three or four yes votes represented a landslide. Then again, nobody said don’t do it, so it’s true that the sentiment was 100% among those who cast a ballot.

A month or more ago I wrote a draft of a column, let it age as more pressing topics came and went, and returned to it this week as the six-month anniversary of the shutdown nears. So, Sunday’s column: How I watched the entirety of “The Twilight Zone,” why we love it and how it relates to these times. Hope you like it!

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