Columns

The Rhythm of Change   When do they realize you’re not going away? That you’re going to nag and keep at it until things change? It’s...

Acquaintances I’ve been silent long enough. My wife and I have waited patiently to hear back from the Pageant of the Masters. We anticipated being...

By Gene Felder Laguna Residents First is a grassroots organization formed to preserve Laguna’s quality of life, and give voters a say in development. Its...

Caring for a Legacy   “Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.” –Bill Vaughan   Somewhere walking between Eagle Rock and...

Mo Betta We owe Mr. Mo a debt of gratitude for rescuing the restaurant roof at the Festival of Arts from the stifling cocoon of...

Back in Fashion   “Mom, you could have done better.”   I just walked in the door from the first date with my husband in over a year...

Read the Personals LOST MY HEART.  Handsome, shirtless guitar guy at Forest Avenue with a pit bull.  You were singing to the crowd gathered near...

By Mary Dolphin, Special to the Independent Here I am, like many others I know, believing that here in Laguna I inhabit my own personal...

Remembering Arnold Hano By Jean Hastings Ardell After the Atlanta Braves eliminated the Los Angeles Dodgers to win the National League pennant Saturday night, I thought...

A Slogan that Inspires? It was a long drive home from a family reunion in Flagstaff and I thought some diversion would make it less...

War on Skateboards “I sat there with SNAG. This has nothing to do with children's safety anymore. They are only concerned about winning a...

By Daniel Rosenthal In last week’s Independent, Catherine Jurca took me to task for a recent column where I challenged the propriety of a lawsuit...

  Reconsider please… Not enough funds to maintain “The Sunbathers” sculpture? The two semi-abstract figures lounge in Nita Carman Park behind the high school baseball field....

Fan Mail For years now, I set aside Wednesday evenings to answer fan mail. And for years now, I have nothing to do on Wednesdays....

Too Late Smart I was hoping I was wrong. Maybe that beautiful coast live oak tree in our neighborhood would survive a new owner who...