Out Loud: October 22, 2015
By Jack Clark
Co-publisher and Editor Becky Clark is recovering well from a small heart attack suffered last month and is expected to return within weeks. Thank you all for your concern.
Jack Clark, Co-Publisher/General Counsel
In my younger days, conversations with my mother centered around her health, and what she ate that day and recent days. I remember her drawing-out descriptions, such as “a little ham and some black-eyed peasssss.” Black-eyed peas regularly made the list — always topped with hot-pepper sauce … always. You can’t have black-eyed peas in…
The Nov. 1, 1946, TC, declared it would be published semi-occasionally, and that Betty and Ernest Maxwell’s policy “is flexible …” Peppered throughout with a few of Ernie’s drawings — like a scribbled box with the words “Snow Scene” and nothing else drawn inside — the first issue was more of a newsletter about goings…
Our annual San Francisco trip in December for the California Press Foundation winter meeting proved eventful for more than just receiving an award this year. We left home with my son, his wife and two children in their car at 4:30 a.m. Thursday to catch a train in Bakersfield. Mandy drove a tired bunch who…
It happened that late Thursday afternoon last week, a visitor appeared in the office to speak with me. I would say it was a pleasant surprise but most people show up without appointments so “surprise” may not be the appropriate word — probably pleasant “diversion from the mundane chores of budgets and management” fits the…
Over the years I have chastised numerous local boards for Brown Act violations. Every water district and the fire district have experienced it. Violations usually occur in the form of special meetings but the parties involved feel the Brown Act either doesn’t apply to them or that since they are volunteers in a small community,…
Some of you may remember back in the 1980s a social column the TC ran called “Mountain views.” It was about the big and little things going on in Idyllwild people’s lives. The column’s author was a little lady who always wore her soft, white hair just so, sat perfectly erect in her chair and…
