Category Archives: Matt Weinstock

Dilemma Continues A year and a half ago the frustrating dilemma of Roy Huerta, 38, a cook, and his wife, Manuela, 32, was told here. Ten years before, in 1947, they were married in Los Angeles. One day in 1949 … Continue reading →

Justice Strained A man who lives in an outlying section a few nights ago drove a guest, a visitor from New York, to the Biltmore Hotel. It was after midnight when he reached the downtown section. He was driving west … Continue reading →

Big Car Man Driving through isolated beanfield country on the way home the other day, Dave Hall, staff artist who lives in Corona del Mar, came upon a Cadillac on the side of the road and, farther along, a man … Continue reading →

The Skin Swimmer Bal Week, the traditional pilgrimage of exuberant youth to Balboa during Easter vacation, has been watered down, so to speak, the last few years. The burghers wearied of high-spirited youth taking over their town, and the gendarmes … Continue reading →

Works of Art When he finishes his day's work at the easel, Lenard Kester, like many other artists, smears the surplus paint on unworked canvases. Otherwise, it would harden overnight and be wasted. It is not only relaxing to make … Continue reading →

TV Cliches Shocking About a year ago a registered nurse inquired here what the frontier doctors on TV wanted with all the hot water they were forever demanding when about to deliver a baby. Her inquiry raised quite a storm. … Continue reading →

Righting of the Left Not long ago a New York bank announced it had made left-handed checks available to southpaw patrons. Now Mattell, Inc., the firm on W. 102nd Street which makes toy guns, has come out with a left-handed … Continue reading →

Petty Crime Solved Having a little time to kill before a critics' preview of "The Naked Maja" the other night, United Artists publicist Roy Smith looked in a pet shop at 10650 W. Pico Blvd. A light was on so … Continue reading →

End of the Trail It may take a generation or two — and in the broad scheme of things what are a few years — but writer Bob Schiller is confident of the inevitable demise of the TV western. The … Continue reading →

Back on Canopus … Another election is only a week away and the air is heavy with confusion, obscurantism and apathy — mostly apathy. The confusion belongs to the voters. Many of them are recent arrivals who don't understand our … Continue reading →

No Martians — Yet All right, relax, everyone. You too, Mary Louise. Those cryptic numerals and markings on streets and sidewalks were not made by slithering invaders from another planet plotting our destruction. Perhaps you too have seen them. Some … Continue reading →

The Scene Changes Not so long ago a group of young ladies who worked in the same downtown office met regularly for dinner at Lindy’s restaurant on Wilshire Boulevard. These were gay, informal occasions, relished by all, and even after … Continue reading →

Tell It to a Termite The savants seem determined to cram a hearty breakfast down all our gullets and this is a small, choking voice of protest. They keep saying that if people will eat hearty in the a.m. their … Continue reading →

Forgotten Heroes In the tense days of WWII and the patriotic binge that came with peace in 1945, councilmen solemnly pledged to honor the city’s war dead with a memorial of some sort. It was tentatively agreed that a living … Continue reading →

The Pinch Quota An encouraging word came out of Sacramento the other day. Bradford M. Crittenden, taking office as California Highway Patrol Commissioner, told newsmen CHP officers will not have to make a minimum of arrests each day. "Bad pinches," … Continue reading →

Diamond Discount? A businessman who last year brought four season tickets for the Dodger games decided not to repeat and has ignored several reminder letters. The other day he received a phone call from the Dodger ticket office. Was he … Continue reading →

Victims of Suburbia A young man named Steve asks if I can dig up a live hermit he can interview during Easter vacation for his B-11 American literature class at Hamilton High. I regret to report failure. An honest-to-goodness hermit … Continue reading →