A Dignified Name Would Be Right Up Her Alley

Kelly Hansen lives in a duplex in Del Mar; the front unit faces 9th Street and the back unit, where she lives, faces the alley between 9th and 10th. All of her comings and goings are through the alley, but it has no name and suffers from an identity crisis.

Besides, if the alley had a name, police and fire units could more quickly respond when needed, she figures.

So the other day, Kelly asked City Hall if her alley could have a name. Some Del Mar alleys have names like Lois Lane and Muhammad Alley.

Kelly considered asking that it be called Alley Ooop but wondered how that would look on her return address. So, she opted for Supreme Court. “That sounds dignified,” she reasoned.

At City Hall, the jury’s still out.

All About Life Up North

For those residents of North County who say it has an ethos of its own and who have no reason to travel south of Miramar Road, there’s a new magazine being pitched just for them.

North County Lifestyle is printed on slick stock, has lots of color pictures and goes for $16 a year.

The premiere, best-foot-forward issue includes articles on Ernest Hahn’s North County Fair shopping center, offshore oil drilling, the Tournament of Champions at La Costa, three of North County’s premier businesswomen, and Carlsbad resident Fred Swearingen, a referee for the National Football League for 21 years before his retirement in 1980.

Editor James Daigh, 39, says the magazine won’t be puffy, so please ignore the fact that the cover article on Hahn was written by one of Hahn’s own in-house public relations writers. And overlook the article by Judi Missett, who writes about herself in the third person, saying that Jazzercise, which is “setting the fitness pace from North County,” is “best known for its upbeat, dancy approach to fitness and the infectious enthusiasm of its founder and choreographer, Judy Shepard Missett . . . .”

The initial North County Lifestyle is a bit thin on advertising, but that’s OK, said Daigh, a longtime North County resident and former editor of national trade magazines. “Everyone says this magazine’s a good idea, but they wanted to see what we could do before they bought ads,” he said. “So, we’re giving them an actual product, not just our word. So now they know. And we’ll be in this for the long haul.”

Daigh said future issues will feature prominent North County personalities, watch residential and industrial development, monitor major political issues and tell of “local success stories.”

Palomar Polishes Image

Palomar Community College is trying to spruce up its image. First, there was a radio jingle contest in which people were asked to write a song that could be used in a college radio advertising campaign, based on the theme “Reach for the Stars.”

The winner was student Guy Hufferd of Escondido, whose rock ‘n’ roll ditty included the lyrics:

Where’re you gonna go when you want to know about the future?

Where’re you gonna go when you want to know about the past?

The place to be, you’ll soon see, is here at last.

You’ve got to do what you can to get ahead.

You need a suitable plan, you need it bad.

You have a personal goal, you want to reach for the stars.

The sky’s the limit at Palomar!

Now, the college wants to update its unspectacular logo--a hexagon containing the outline of San Diego County and a pinpoint showing the college campus’ location in San Marcos.

Artists who think they can do better are asked to submit their black-ink logos on 8-by-10 illustration boards by Friday. Judging will be based on originality, relationship to theme, impact, technical craftsmanship and utility, meaning that it will work well in different kinds of media.

The winner gets $500. Judging will be done by “a panel of experts representing the college.”

He’s Got Her Number

Orville and Marion Isley live at Lawrence Welk Village, north of Escondido, and after one of their daughters, Peggy Nelson, had been out for a few days on a visit from Perham, Minn., her lonely husband, Ken, thought he’d give her a call.

It so happened that on that particular evening, the Isleys and daughter Peggy were at a neighbor’s home up the street for a cocktail party. The phone rang and the hostess, Marg Tillston, answered the phone.

“Hi, is Peggy there?”

“I’ll get her for you,” Tillston said.

Peggy came to the phone. “How’d you ever find me here?” she asked, excited but bewildered.

“What do you mean?” Ken said. “Where else would you be? You’re at your mother’s . . . “

“But I’m not” Peggy interrupted. “We’re up the street at someone else’s home.”

Turns out that Ken misdialed the last two digits. And in this small world of ours . . .