Hey, Murrieta, shame on you.
Jason Smith rented an in-law cottage in Granada Hills this spring not knowing that his next-door neighbors included a duck and a dozen hens. He discovered this on his very first morning in his new home when he was awakened before 6 a.m. by a barnyard racket.
With a few exceptions over the last 2,000 years or so, humans have been in general agreement that they did not want to become their parents. But I'm on the brink of having it happen to me, whether I like it or not.
Last week, when Dodgers ace Clayton Kershaw threw a no-hitter and I tweeted a photo of the celebration, a reader responded.
You know how it can be with e-mail. You waste so much time getting rid of the junk, you can miss the good stuff.
Maybe it was the relaxing summer vibe, the time to reflect or the widespread criticism of their small-minded ploy.