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Nicholas, who was shot in a bungled robbery while we were on vacation in the far south of Italy in 1994, and whose organs and corneas my wife and I donated to...

Broodings | Reg Green: Snappy Dresser

Today, as every son who has not been in a flower shop for twelve months knows, is the mother of all national name days.

The changeable weather reminds me that Tony Hancock, the sad-faced English comic, once told how he bought a house at such a low price that he could scarcely...

People are so touchy these days. I got a message this week from someone who I had no reason to offend who complained "I resent your email.

Wising up with age! By Reg Green Although I hoped The Postman Always Rings Twice, shown on Turner Classic Movies recently, would give me the same thrill as when...

They opened Seed Bakery ten years ago at 942 East Washington Boulevard, built it into an icon, weathered the challenges brought by COVID, and now are coping...

A free meal from a fast food restaurant

It was only a few days ago that I sent the photo above of New Year’s Day in La Cañada to friends on the frigid East Coast and Europe, in the same spirit...

Still Waiting for Spring to Spring Do you ever feel your life is going around in circles? Maybe it is.

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...

The news of Henry Kissinger’s death yesterday (Wednesday) reminded me of a phrase I like to think is true: great minds think alike. By Reg Green When my...

As we work out the details of a family vacation, I've been reading of another summer... 1914 -- when family ties were so close among European monarchs (George V...

The Police Activities League will participate in their annual Golf Classic on July 14. youth of our community by providing programs and services that make a...

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...