Working as an editor can often seem a gray existence. Sometimes I go for weeks with my nose buried in text, the stuff that makes the pages turn gray. If the universe of the publishing profession could be expressed…
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Joseph Wakelee-Lynch
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NFL in L.A. — PRO? NO?
Although it has been almost 20 years since Los Angeles said good-bye to two professional football teams — the Rams, who moved to St. Louis, and the Raiders, who returned to Oakland — talk of the game’s return persists. Today there are at least three possible sites for a stadium, and three existing teams that could leave their home to come to Los Angeles. Indeed, L.A., which is the second-largest media market in the United States, could re-enter the NFL with not one but two teams. We asked two experts on the subjects of sports ethics and sports business this question: “Would the return of professional football to Los Angeles be good for the area?”
Greening L.A.’s Alleys
L.A.’s East Cahuenga Pedestrian Alley, known as EaCa Alley, is between N. Cahuenga Blvd. and Cosmo St., and opens onto Selma Ave. in Hollywood
Dirt Girl
Brenda (Kirsch) Frketich grew up on an Oregon farm. She left home to attend LMU, study business and probably go to law school. In the summer before her junior year, she took a desk job at an L.A. insurance company and had a backyard with a tiny strawberry patch. “You can’t get very dirty with that,” she says. Brenda missed the soil, the smell of dry grass and the annual summer harvest. She decided to return to the farm after graduation, her father’s farm, the farm she now runs.
90 Percent Luck
As I read about the death of writer and director Mike Nichols this past week, I was reminded of the broad pedigree of his work: films including “The Graduate,” “Catch-22” “Carnal Knowledge,” “Silkwood,” and “Charlie Wilson’s War”; theater productions including…
Consider the Desert
A flight east from Los Angeles will usually cross, miles above at a cool altitude, the Mojave Desert. From on high, its dusty, flaky expanse looks as if every ounce of water has been leeched out, leaving behind dry, emptied rivulets.
Letter From Detroit
When I graduated, I left LMU with a triple major and no idea what I wanted to do. Imagine that. I started a Santa photo program at a mall, where kids come to get their photo taken with Santa and parents come to complain. Unfortunately, that gig lasts only two months every year. So I had to figure out what was next.
Dale Marini ’70, M.A. ’75
Dale Marini ’70, M.A. ’75, associate director of admission who probably has reviewed more than 250,000 admission applications in his time, will retire this summer. We decided to take a look at his desk while we still can. Here’s what Dale had to say about some of the keepsakes and oddities that have accumulated in his office over the years.