here are the first three sentences: in the annals of california municipal history history, lakewood of the early 1950′s wad david fighting the goliath of long beach, a city intent on gobbling up its unincorporated neighbor parcel by parcel. the legal turf battles were exhausting for lakewood’s defenders, most of whom were transplants drawn to the promise of this sleepy village-turned postwar boomtown. then along came john sanford todd, a struggling attorney and proud lakewood resident, who dreamed up a way to preserve his community’s independence with it going broke.

Go Poets, go
Move that ball right down the field.
Fight Poets, fight
With a will that will not yield.
Win Poets, win
Bring glory to your name.
Go! Go! Whittier.
Fight! Fight! Whittier.
Win that game!

the artisans is great, right? for the last two years of high school i was one of those, only the parents rebeled against it, saying it was “too gay” and their althete children were not seen as masculine enough, leading to other teams bullying and teasing them. keep in mind, this is a town that was coming into it’s own as a gay metropolis in southern california.

so, as city council meetings were being held and petitions were being signed, five friends and i held a peaceful protest in the quad with our magic-marker signs and cross-legged sitting. surprisingly, meaningful protest means nothing in the city of laguna beach, so the school is now the breakers. so boring, but, at least now we have a reality t.v. show to call our own! hooray!