I took a three-day weekend at the end of June to go to San Diego, but not by car. Instead, I went by Amtrak, after first getting to L.A. via Metrolink. This double dose of trainsmanship (not a word, but should be) is the subject of my Sunday column.
Two years ago I wrote about Palm Lake Golf Course, a modest nine-hole public course in Pomona, when it closed. Now there’s a plan to reopen it with a more than $2 million investment. I write about that in my Friday column.
A lyric on Bruce Springsteen’s latest album references a fictional bar “‘cross the San Bernardino line.” What does that mean? I wonder — and speculate. That reference provides a good segue to announce that starting today, my columns will also be appearing in the (San Bernardino) Sun. I explain that and introduce myself to my new readers, and reintroduce myself to regular readers, in Wednesday’s column.
As for what the expanded territory will mean in practice, time will tell. I was informed only last Thursday. I haven’t been given any specific instructions other than the sensible one of not alienating Berdoo-area readers. (I’m hoping they don’t prove easily alienated.) Your comments and questions are welcome.
I’ve been meaning to follow up on my April column on turning 55 and discounts pertaining thereto (cough), having received a fair amount of comment. Finally I sat down to write up what I had. The result is a meandering effort, pleasantly so I hope, that makes up Sunday’s column.
About the only thing that happened at the June 19 Rancho Cucamonga City Council meeting, which I attended, was an amusing public comment period. I sat down this week to see if I could pull something out of that without naming and/or glorifying anyone involved, and what I came up with seemed to work. That got me started on an items column. I followed with an account of some concert patter by musician John York in Claremont, a correction of my premature report of the demise of two long-lived Pomona-area clubs and an Azusa angle to an Oakland tragedy. Read all that in Friday’s column.
Omni Deli, 402 S. Milliken Ave. (at Brickell), Ontario; open 7 a.m. to 4 p.m. Monday to Friday, closed weekends
Located south of the 10 Freeway in a business park, Omni Deli opened in April. It’s open weekdays only, gearing itself toward nearby businesses, there being no residences nearby. A friend heard about it and suggested we meet up for lunch.
The area doesn’t have much ambiance; the business next door is named Cheap Fingerprints. But the deli is clean and new. Its walls are decorated with B&W photos of generic people enjoying themselves generically, so bland as to be comical.
Omni sells 13 sandwiches, eight kinds of burgers, seven salads, five kinds of pizza, plus breakfast burritos and a half-dozen random entrees, among them hot dogs, buffalo wings, baked zitti and poke bowls. They’re eager to please.
A half-sub is $6, a large is $9. We got half-sandwiches. Above, the Godfather, with roast beef, mozzarella, garlic butter spread, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, pickles and pepperocini on a roll. He liked the Boar’s Head meat and the toasted roll.
Meanwhile, I had the Italian, with capicola, salami, mortadella, provolone, lettuce, onions, tomatoes and pickles. It was a good sandwich on a soft roll.
If you’re in a certain radius of Omni Deli and like deli sandwiches, you might want to give it a try. And they’re friendly: The woman behind the counter went table to table and offered free ice pops. Like I said, eager to please.
Following up on a column from March, I write about the completion of the People’s Map project for the East San Gabriel Valley, which resulted in a newsprint publication with features on 22 people. I’m one of them. Read about that in my Wednesday column.
An Upland institution is closing. Mitchell’s Plumbing was founded in 1938 and has been at 2nd and D streets downtown since 1942. But after the death of the third-generation owner, a year after his brother, there were no Mitchells involved in the business. So the family decided to shut it down. The last day is June 28. Sunday’s column tells the Mitchell’s story, as well as sharing one of my own anecdotes about the business.
I visited the Pomona Civic Center on Wednesday afternoon to see how things were looking a few months after the homeless encampment was removed. People are starting to use the lawn again and the library had a large turnout for a children’s magician. I write about it all in Friday’s column.