River daze
By Ben Olson Reader Staff Every once in a while, as life stacks up a bit too high, the river calls. I dream of long days in the canoe, drifting along with the current,...
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Looking back
By Erik Daarstad Reader Contributor Having grown up during World War II and lived under German occupation for five years, I watched the planes drop the bombs that killed my Dad, passed through Gestapo...
Rose Bowl mountain memories
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor Every New Year’s day I watch the Rose Bowl football game and become wistful. The camera always pans to the San Gabriel foothills above the stadium. When I was...
