Clawing, Chawing, Gnawing, and Pawing
I was disappointed to hear how quickly and completely Rielle Hunter-John Edward’s now infamous dangerous liaison-flew the Santa Barbara coop.
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I was disappointed to hear how quickly and completely Rielle Hunter-John Edward’s now infamous dangerous liaison-flew the Santa Barbara coop.
Sometimes, it’s what doesn’t happen that counts most.
When it comes to golf, I don’t know a birdie from a bogey. It ain’t my game.
This week, the rest of the nation finally caught up with Santa Barbara. I’m referring to the average price for a gallon of gas finally topping the $4 mark.
One of the simple pleasures of my life is cresting the steep round belly of the Micheltorena Street bridge early in the morning.
Santa Barbarans celebrated this year’s Bike to Work Week with a good, old-fashioned shootout between the petro-powered posse and the people-powered transit set.
With all the hubbub about the presidential primaries-the half-life of which has already exceeded that of plutonium-a lot of serious regional politics have gotten lost in the shuffle.
The Angry Poodle grills up the lawsuit that the Santa Barbara News-Press filed against The Indy, which was settled this week.
I’ll be sending a get-well card to members of the Carpinteria School Board. What else can you do for people who choose to pick fights with tornadoes?
The Angry Poodle sniffs around Santa Barbara’s environmental community in search of life.