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By Joe Puglia | March 12, 2009
I was hanging with my boys in some honkey-tonk bar in Tujunga; throwing down shots of José Cuvero. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I noticed these big ol’ boys walk in; they must have been nine feet tall. I could tell by their dress that they were cowboys; not the drugstore type, if you know what I mean. They left their iron horses, all named Harley, outside. As they sashayed up to the bar, I kept them in view. My peripheral vision has always been keen. Their presence brought a chill.
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By Joe Puglia | February 22, 2007
I was hanging with my boys in some honky-tonk bar in Tujunga, throwing down some shots of Jose Cuervo. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I noticed these big ol' boys walk in; they must have been nine feet tall. I could tell by their dress that they were cowboys, and not the drugstore type, if you know what I mean. Other than my embellishments, I'm tellin' this story just like it happened. Well … they left their iron horses, all named Harley, outside. As they sashayed up to the bar, I kept them in view.
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By Lauren Oakes | February 14, 2008
When I go to the ophthalmologist, he administers, among other tests, one in which he asks “Which is clearer? Black printing on red or on green?” In my celebrated youth, I would graciously mutter, “They’re both fine.” Now, since I can barely SEE the black figures on the red background, I have been forced to ask what the hell this proves. I always shoot the messenger. Dr. Nilles’s chairside manner is so charming and delightful, his patients speculate he never actually went to medical school.
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By Jessica S. Kim Student Intern | July 5, 2007
"We're going to take you back, way back, to the '60s..." one of the members of band Palm Drive announced on July for the weekly Music in the Park at Memorial Park. Performing songs from the 1960s to the yet-unreleased Dixie Chicks' "Long Way Around," Palm Drive and its music attracted a large crowd despite the intolerably hot weather the town experienced earlier in the day. "I come here weekly and it's actually a very good crowd here," said La Cañada resident John Tosello, who had his hands full with his pet pig Porky.
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June 5, 2008
A colleague stepped inside my office a few months back, slightly closed the door behind her and said to me with an impish grin, “I’ve just been wondering: at exactly what point did the passengers on the Titanic realize it was a good time to jump off the ship and try to save themselves?” It was gallows humor brought on by the state of affairs in our industry, but I could see a glint of worry in her eyes. No doubt that worry was reflected in mine, because, as you may have heard, times are tough in the newspaper business.
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By Mary O’Keefe | June 22, 2009
Children throughout La Cañada may be a bit surprised when a Crescenta Valley sheriff’s deputy stops them as they walk or ride their bike around town. They are being stopped not because they did something wrong, but because they did something right. For the fourth consecutive year, the CV Sheriff’s Station is participating in the Operation Chill program. In the course of their patrols, deputies look for kids practicing safe street and sidewalk practices like riding their bicycle with the proper safety helmet or using the crosswalks when crossing the street.
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By Joe Puglia | March 12, 2009
I was hanging with my boys in some honkey-tonk bar in Tujunga; throwing down shots of José Cuvero. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I noticed these big ol’ boys walk in; they must have been nine feet tall. I could tell by their dress that they were cowboys; not the drugstore type, if you know what I mean. They left their iron horses, all named Harley, outside. As they sashayed up to the bar, I kept them in view. My peripheral vision has always been keen. Their presence brought a chill.
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By Joe Puglia | February 22, 2007
I was hanging with my boys in some honky-tonk bar in Tujunga, throwing down some shots of Jose Cuervo. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I noticed these big ol' boys walk in; they must have been nine feet tall. I could tell by their dress that they were cowboys, and not the drugstore type, if you know what I mean. Other than my embellishments, I'm tellin' this story just like it happened. Well … they left their iron horses, all named Harley, outside. As they sashayed up to the bar, I kept them in view.
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