Author: Reg Green ^{p. 2}

This is a heady experience for someone who has never achieved, even in his own household, a rank higher than serfdom.

D-day always brings back a flood of memories of my boyhood in England. One is of the cold morning when I was eleven as I rode to school on my bike, kids were...

That's a very ordinary scene in La Cañada, isn't it? And a very ordinary photographer took it. Still, that's the point. It illustrates what an essay I've just...

We’ve all noticed that in spring what is just a fallow field one day is bursting with color the next, as every flower comes alive, shouting for attention....

Our family piled into the car this week and 90 minutes later were in Antelope Valley (near Lancaster) to see the millions of orange and yellow poppies,...

Between the rains, with Southern California looking its legendary beautiful self, a high-end convertible overtook me on the freeway and I caught a glimpse of...

Regular readers will understand the special pleasure my wife, Maggie, and I took in the Oscar awarded to Jamie Lee Curtis for best supporting actress. By Reg...

Are these La Cañada Water Department’s official colors? By Reg Green Or are they a show of solidarity with Ukraine? And like Winston Churchill’s...

Compared to the Sierras and the Rockies, the San Gabriel mountains are very much the ugly sisters: the peaks lacking grace, the vegetation rougher, the colors...

“Brutal Cold Sweeps Across New York and New England”, a NY Times headline shouted over the weekend. By Reg Green “Record-Setting Cold Shocks...

Today, I’m having a birthday that I could scarcely have imagined: my 94th. By Reg Green When I was growing up, people died in their 60s, even 50s. If you...

Entry to the coveted Rose Parade seats that my wife and I had been allotted was strictly controlled and to keep out gatecrashers we were each given a symbolic...

All my children, and I have five of them (don’t ask me why) envy me. By Reg Green Normally they hide it so well that only I can detect it. But today it...

I opened the front door to a young man who told me he and his team were getting rid of bugs from next door and that I might notice brown spiders that they had...

We live on a quiet cul-de-sac with three other houses. Nothing much happens on the street itself, although no doubt dramas and comedies are being played out...

March 31: Traditionally, it was June Gloom and we were prepared for that. Then we adjusted, with a little grumbling, to May Gray. Now what? March Murk? April 1:...