SigAlerts of the Season:The holiday period didn’t...

SigAlerts of the Season:

The holiday period didn’t officially start in Southern California until Thursday, with the report of a spilled Christmas tree on the 91 Freeway.

Tra L.A. L.A.

AN EPISODE OF HOLMBY HILLS, 90024: Barbara Rosenstein has seen garage-sale fliers as well as lost animal notices tacked to the trees in Holmby Park. But the other day she saw a first: an actor’s resume, complete with photo, attached to a tree. But it’s no average tree. “It’s across the street from the home of [producer] Aaron Spelling,” Rosenstein pointed out.

THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES, SOME BLOODSHOT: Star News, an L.A. County sheriff’s publication, lists some of the strange emergency calls the department receives, including:

* “Inf. [informant] states a rooster is ‘intentionally’ crowing to disturb his peace. Inf. unable to identify the rooster or name it.”

* “Male carrying a briefcase full of money, trying to give people the money. . . .” The officer quipped: “Unfortunately, we were unable to find him.”

* “Ex-friend causing problems. He is now spraying air freshener all over her.”

* “Call . . . turned out to be the residents’ cat walking across the automatic dialing buttons.”

* “Two customers (at a Taco Bell) arguing about ingredients in the new four-alarm burrito.”

* “Male in the middle of the street playing matador. No bull seen.”

SPEAKING OF COPS: Zav Liebling of Palm Desert came across a menu that had a section seemingly oriented toward law enforcement (see excerpt).

HAS SHE BEEN NAUGHTY OR NICE? One wonders which answer Santa Claus would have preferred back in the 1920s when Clara Bow was the reigning sex goddess known as the It Girl. This photo of Bow, outside her fashionable igloo, is one of a set of 10 nostalgia holiday cards being sold to benefit the Screen Actors Guild Foundation. The set costs $10 and can be ordered at (213) 549-6708.

PARKING LOT WITH A PAST: Publicist Julian Myers felt some nostalgia of his own the other day when he attended a press conference on some asphalt in Westwood. It had nothing to do with the event, which involved a plan to offer two-hour validated parking in the village. No, it had to do with the location. Myers realized that 60 Decembers ago he had been at that exact address, ice skating at an outdoor rink with a young starlet named Jane Wyman.

Myers added: “She later met a guy she preferred [and married]--Ronald Reagan.”

The It Girl found someone else, too.

THE VILLAGE IS JUST PLAIN FOLKS, NOW! Free parking in Westwood. Never thought we’d see the day. Who can forget the boom years of the 1980s when renting a parking space for a couple of hours there was a major financial transaction?

One lot in particular amused us. It posted a sign declaring that a “turn-around”--driving on to the property, then changing your mind and exiting--would cost 85 cents.

We always wondered if the lot ever collected for such an offense. But we never approached the snooty attendant on foot to ask, fearful that we might be charged for that.

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Well, it’s time for us to get back into the street. This time, we’re sure we’re going to find that bull. Toro!