In January, I recognize the blessing of living in Southern California each time I step into my backyard and see a navel orange tree laden with fruit. As winter sets in, imbibing a daily dose of juicy ...
Driving west Friday morning on Riverside’s Arlington Avenue, I see the two-story boxy shape, a peak at the top, from a block away. Momentarily I think it’s a church. Then I recognize what I’m seeing.
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