A man in Claremont in 1950 traveled to Cuba to bend Ernest Hemingway’s ear. There’s proof he did. I write about Bill Demastus in Sunday’s column.
A long stone wall along Claremont’s Foothill Boulevard wasn’t exactly invisible before, but its full extent became more obvious when much of the greenery in the parkway was torn out as part of an improvement project. I look into (but not over) the wall in Friday’s column.
This column, by the way, began as a blog post, but it proved long enough that I thought it might as well be a column. So I expanded it and rewrote it quite a bit.
Do you want to know about the “Unheard LA” show in Claremont last Saturday that had yours truly as a participant? I went back and forth on that, before deciding that perhaps you would, even if you weren’t there. Tipping the scales, writing about it was a simple way to share the video for the show. Read about it in Wednesday’s column, and if you watch the video, be kind. (I start at about 33:00, but all 90 minutes are worth watching.) Above, a view of me from the audience. Look at all the people! Maybe it’s just as well I couldn’t see them.
I write about preparations for the KPCC-FM live taping of “Unheard LA,” to take place Saturday in Claremont and in which I’m taking part, in Friday’s column. Also: I reveal my superpower (unexpectedly, it relates to the new Tarantino film), offer a couple of Culture Corner items and close with a vignette about an astronaut. Above, a familiar face at the run-through in Pasadena Tuesday, shot by Allen Callaci. (I shot him for my column and he returned the favor.)
The KPCC-FM storytelling show “Unheard LA” goes on the road to theaters around Southern California. Its next edition is in Claremont. And as the photo above hints subtly, I’m in it.
Eleven people will tell personal stories that have something to do with SoCal. I’m there to represent Claremont. (Represent!) The show is at 5:30 p.m. Saturday. RSVP at https://www.scpr.org/events/2019/09/07/2698/unheard-la-live-in-claremont/. It’s free, but there’s a lot of interest, so you have to reserve a seat to get in.
I moved to Claremont in the summer of 1999. Well, time has rolled by and 20 years later, I’m still here. I write about good ol’ Claremont, and how long it can take to establish yourself there, in Wednesday’s column.
This quote by the author, who’s been cited in my Reading Log posts, decorates a display case at Some Crust Bakery in Claremont.
This is a rare view of the usually busy bakery with no one in the way. Within seconds, people entered from all sides.
The Nebraska-raised Cather never visited Claremont, but she did visit Los Angeles once, and hated it. Perhaps she would have been more kindly disposed if she had come out to Claremont.
Happy 80th birthday to Dan Sauter, the man who founded The Danson restaurant in Claremont (1973-2005, now operating as Espiau’s). More importantly, his restaurant established new criteria for how to run a restaurant in downtown Claremont: Sunday hours, outdoor seating, beer and wine. He’s the subject of Sunday’s column.
Above, an early menu for The Danson. Click on the image for a larger view.
Enough feedback on my recent John Stewart item came in that I wrote a new, longer item on the gruff-voiced singer who spent his teen years in Claremont. After that comes a visit to two art museums, also in Claremont, and a Valley Vignette, not from Claremont, all in Sunday’s column.
Norma Tanega, 80, is a longtime Claremont resident and musician (“Walkin’ My Cat Named Dog,” etc.). Her art is the subject of a Claremont Heritage exhibit that opens Saturday. I sat down with Tanega, a true original, for an amusing, awkward interview. That’s my Friday column.