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Good morning. Or good middle-of-the-night, if you were just awakened by Santa Monica’s annual 5 a.m. Fourth of July fireworks celebration.

Some public servants have airports, bridges or buildings named after them. Deputy Dist. Atty. James Fagan has a dog named after him.

And he’s delighted.

It was Fagan, the man, who helped save the life of a Long Beach mutt that had been earmarked for dinner by its owners, two Cambodian refugees. A second dog was killed before neighbors alerted police last June.

The prosecutor had the surviving dog marked as evidence when it was placed in a pound. “That way it couldn’t be put to death,” he explained.

Later, he made sure the dog was released to Lifeline for Pets, an animal rights group, which renamed it Fagan.

The Doberman-shepherd mix, though initially traumatized by the death of its litter mate, has been undergoing rehabilitation and is said to be a frisky, happy 1-year-old.

Now Lifeline is trying to find a home for the dog.

Speaking of matchmaking, two lonely hearts clubs for local motorists may be crashing head on soon.

The 5-year-old Freeway Singles Club is singularly unhappy about the recent emergence of a San Fernando Valley organization called Drive Me Wild.

“They’re obviously copying me,” said Ruth Guillou, founder of Huntington Beach-based Freeway Singles. “This happens all the time. There was another one in the Valley a few years ago called ‘Bumpers’ something. My lawyer sent him a warning and he’s selling popcorn now.” However, Babette Gilbert, 23, and Brenda Allen, 25, the founders of Drive Me Wild, say their inspiration was the many drivers who asked them for dates on the freeways, not Guillou’s club.

Guillou, 60, says she’s considering legal action. A single real estate agent, she founded her company after she spotted “an attractive man in a yellow Cadillac” next to her at a stoplight, but couldn’t think of how to strike up a conversation.

Both firms sell stickers with identification numbers; in each case, members who spot an attractive model with a sticker in the next lane can then contact club headquarters to set up a meeting at a convenient off-ramp or in a quieter setting.

Neither Freeway Singles, which charges $70 per year, nor Drive Me Wild, which charges $50, makes guarantees about its motorized matchmaking.

Guillou, for instance, is still waiting for the yellow Cadillac to sign up.

What was that familiar tune floating out over the City Hall lawn the other night during the inauguration gala for Mayor Bradley and other city officials?

And those lyrics?

Could they have been from . . .

“New York, New York”?

Shocking but true. At the next inauguration of New York City’s mayor, don’t expect to hear that somewhat-less-famous Sinatra city song, “L.A.’s My Lady.”

Ah, the not-so-good old days:

This week marks the 122nd anniversary of one attempt by the Los Angeles City Council to curtail local lawlessness, which, in the words of historian Robert Mayer, “was made more rampant by the fact that wine and brandy were cheaper than water.”

A council ordinance prohibited the carrying of a pistol, dirk (short dagger), slingshot or sword by anyone except peace officers and travelers (evidently the city fathers didn’t want to harm tourism).

Mayer added: “The measure lacked public support and little attention was paid to the law.”

You’ve heard of sidewalk surfin’:

Traffic slowed a bit on the Artesia Freeway Monday morning after the report of a grounded surfboard in the fast lane.