Old Spanish Daze
Barney continues his tradition of eating his way through Fiesta.
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Barney continues his tradition of eating his way through Fiesta.
J’Amy reports on the Jerry Roberts fundraiser, the release of IQ by Stephen Murdoch, the art of Jana Zimmer, and the Ebb & Flow of the East-West Gallery.
Montecito is one of those places that is well intended but misunderstood. It has more amenities than most cities, but it isn’t a city. It has a shopping strip that is not within its official boundaries. And, while it is famous as the home of billionaires, the true majority of its citizens are middle-class folk who bought real estate wisely and rode the Montecito market into their enviable net worth.
Nick Welsh ponders what must be going on behind the scenes everyday at the News-Press in his first-ever online only Angry Poodle Barbecue.
The dull thud Spot made as he failed to make it through the open window and bounced off the wall was a sound I had not heard before. Yet its source and significance struck me in a sickening instant as I awoke and sprang for the lamp. I had not seen the younger of my two cats for 36 hours. A look outside confirmed my relief that he was home and alive, as well as my fear that something was stupendously wrong.
The Italian Greek Market, famous for sandwiches, skinny shelves of imported food, and the beer honor system, closed its doors on Saturday, April 14. Born more than 35 years ago on the corner of State and Ortega, the market was owned by the Morosin family, Johnny and his mother, Sofia, and Giovanni Comin.
Most Santa Barbarans knew Rex Marchbanks from his presence at the Santa Barbara Bowl. He was the burly guy with the bushy hair who always stood just behind the wooden crowd barriers in the plaza. He would be there in his Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and flip-flops after a full day of overseeing all of the things that went into putting on a show: getting the buses up the hill and unloaded, hauling the equipment onto the stage, and so on.
Claudia Madsen died in her sleep on the morning of Sunday, April 15, two weeks after being diagnosed with cancer. She spent her final weeks surrounded by the love of family and friends.
Brouhaha? Fooferaw? The dispute between News-Press management and former employees has gone on long enough that you’d think some news agency would have thought up a snazzy catch-all name for it that expresses the magnitude succinctly and objectively. Alas, even an expansive list of possible synonyms falls short.
HARD HITTER: Billy Connell, it seems, was born to fight. First, it was with Sister Agnes, his sixth-grade teacher at the Catholic school he attended back in New Jersey. When Sister Agnes made the mistake of smacking Connell with a ruler, he reciprocated by snatching it away and smacking her back.