Well, it’s nice of Fresh & Easy (the one on Mountain Avenue in Upland) to begin carrying the local paper, even if it is in a rack for a marginally better-known rag.

While hiking above Claremont on Potato Mountain, Marc Campos saw the top of a water tower below him in which Potato is spelled Potatoe — and someone, he’s guessing grammatically minded hikers, crossed out the E with a “no” symbol made of rocks.

Of course, it’s also possible the rocks were placed there by birds. You know, quail.

A Rancho Cucamonga grocery store says it offers “More choice” — then seems to prove it by offering not one but two doors marked “Enter.”

On Route 66 in Glendora the other day, I was delighted to find a hair salon named The Hairplex, an evident play on the name of Fairplex, the L.A. County Fair facility. I wonder if the salon sells anything on a stick.

I had always heard smog originated in L.A. and blew east, but while driving in an industrial park recently I suddenly wondered if smog may actually be headquartered on 9th Street in Rancho Cucamonga. Around the corner of the building were the words “Smog Check,” so that answers that. By the way, I like California Smog’s cheerful colors (and the fact that the flowers get plenty of oxygen and sunlight).

Whoever said the only certainties in life are death and taxes would have to rethink matters after seeing this vacant storefront on Carnelian Avenue in Rancho Cucamonga just above Base Line. With taxes apparently disposed of, now we can get to work on death.

Driving on 9th Street in Rancho Cucamonga in an industrial park, I was surprised to see the sign on the above low-slung building. Community college cutbacks must more severe than I had thought. I could have sworn Chaffey had a larger campus and more parking. Not to mention a more impressive sigh.

After trying out Upland’s new Italian restaurant downtown, Aria, with his wife, reader Ken Brock sends along the above menu description of his item, the spinach salad. Matching the walnuts for candor, Brock reports: “I can tell you honestly that I’ve never had such a sincere and truthful salad.”

“But officer, I was only going 9 1/4 mph.” Seen along Pomona Boulevard in Pomona. I imagine you can push your luck and drive 11 mph, but anything over that and you’re popped.

Seen on Mountain Avenue in Ontario, a health clinic has a burger stand as its neighbor. That certainly cuts down on the travel time for all concerned. Wonder how many clinic employees go next door on their lunch break for charbroiled beef?

By the way, you wouldn’t believe how many visits it took me (five, I think) to find a time when the light hit the north-facing building properly, an angle where the light pole wasn’t in the way and a moment when people weren’t standing outside making me self-conscious.