What an absolutely amazing weekend!
I, like so many in the Crescenta Valley, had my fill on Sunday taking part in the annual Taste of Montrose. The event benefitted CVHS Prom Plus which hosts an after prom event at the YMCA. The cost to put on Prom Plus is more than $20,000 and Taste of Montrose is one of the biggest fundraisers. Thank you to the many people who supported Prom Plus by plunking down $20 for the wristband and for the restaurants that made it all possible.
Many folks who saw me on Sunday made a remark about my sunburned nose. That was from a ride I took on Saturday to Big Bear on the back of a Harley Davidson.
Saturday was the annual 100-mile ride that all chapters of BACA – Bikers Against Child Abuse – took part in and I was fortunate to be invited to ride along. Not owning a motorcycle, I rode as a passenger on the back of a Harley owned by local chapter member Chef.
Realize that the furthest I had ever been before on a motorcycle was around the block when I was a kid. Riding 100 miles I didn’t know if I’d be bored or scared or sick. What I discovered was an experience that was totally exhilarating!
The morning started when I showed up at Frank’s Famous on Verdugo. In the parking lot were 21 motorcycles and riders all decked out in leather “cuts” (vests) with BACA emblazoned on the back, helmets perched on their bikes.
Knowing about BACA, I wasn’t afraid of these imposing types – they’re out to protect kids after all (to learn more, read the story on page 3).
Around 10:15 a.m. we climbed aboard and headed off to Big Bear.
The goal of the ride is to keep the riders together as a pack, to show the strength of BACA. Those in the rear, the “tail gunners,” were responsible for keeping everyone riding tightly together. The group looked pretty impressive, too, and more than once I caught drivers in “cages” (cars) looking over at us. The ride was smooth and I was really enjoying myself.
Things got a bit more challenging in San Bernardino.
The wind kicked up just past Upland and though Chef didn’t flinch as the wind beat at us, I’m sure it wasn’t an easy ride.
The few hairs that popped out from under my helmet beat at my face, feeling like tiny razors. “Thrasher,” another BACA rider, said that could also have been the sand kicking at me. I was glad to have bought Chapstick.
As we started to climb up the 38 into Big Bear the wind died down and the temperature started to sink. It wasn’t long before we all pulled to the side to put on jackets. Then we continued up the hill, finally coming to a stop at Chad’s Place in Big Bear.
Thrasher is the youngest member of the Los Angeles BACA chapter and was recently presented with his BACA patch. At Chad’s Place Thrasher had the distinction of “setting his patch.” This meant that every fellow BACA member was invited to pour a cold beverage (you can guess what that might have been) down the back of his cut then slap the patch thereby “setting” it.
Though most of the group stayed in Big Bear, nine of us climbed back onto our bikes and headed back home.
It wasn’t until I took off my helmet and glasses that I saw how sunburned my nose was.
It was an exciting day and I’m proud to have been part – even for a little while – of a group so dedicated to helping kids.

Robin Goldsworthy is the publisher of the Crescenta
Valley Weekly. She can be
reached at robin@cvweekly.com
or (818) 248-2740.

This weather has been nuts! First I’m baking and begging for the air conditioning to be kept on, then Monday night I turned on the heat. Thankfully, there was very little weather-related schizophrenia on Saturday during the annual Oktoberfest in Montrose.
I’m active in an organization at Crescenta Valley High School called Prom Plus. Prom Plus was originally populated primarily by parents of high school students and other adults, but now has an active on campus presence. Last year Prom Plus helped out at Oktoberfest by manning a snack booth from 5 to 11 p.m. We were asked if we wanted to do so again this year and we eagerly said yes.

Unfortunately, most of our “regular” group wasn’t able to make it, but we were fortunate in that there were some other students who needed some community service hours and helped us out for a couple of hours. I had the chance to walk up and down Honolulu for a little bit visiting friends and eating some bratwurst.
I got to Oktoberfest around 5 p.m. and things were not really in fully swing yet. The streets didn’t seem that full and I was a little concerned that the expected crowds wouldn’t materialize. However, fears were put to rest by 7 p.m. As darkness began to fall, the street began to fill. It truly was a festive occasion.
Honolulu Avenue was host to the young and old, the drunk and sober (though not too many appeared to be have over-indulged), two legged and four legged celebrants. At our booth, we were churning out churros and pretzels as fast as we could and still didn’t meet the demand. And let’s not even talk about Montrose Bakery’s strudel! We sold trays of the heavenly apple creation. All hope I had of taking some home for morning breakfast was dashed early in the evening.
It got a little sticky for us later in the evening. Most of our help had to keep other engagements and by 8:30 it was only my husband Steve, his sister Sue and I. That’s it. In addition to being short handed, one of our two ovens didn’t work and it took twice as long to have hot pretzels and churros ready. Thankfully, our customers were pretty patient and didn’t get too annoyed because they had to wait for their goodies. And after all, we did try and entertain by singing Danke schoen.
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Oktoberfest isn’t the only celebration taking place this week. Crescenta Valley High School is having its 50th anniversary tonight, Thursday, and Friday and is inviting its alum to a heck of a party.
Beginning at 5 p.m. Thursday night the school is opening its doors for tours of the facility, networking opportunities on campus where guests can reconnect with old friends and enjoy a pasta dinner for just $7 a plate. The evening will culminate with a bonfire on the softball field.
I hope a good crowd shows up. It promises to be a good time to reunite with fellow CVHS alumni.

This week marks the one year anniversary of the Crescenta Valley Weekly. Let me say that this past year has flown by.
For those who don’t know, the CV Weekly was born of the ashes of the Crescenta Valley Sun, a noble undertaking purchased by the Los Angeles Times and subsequently closed down like the Leader before it (also purchased by the L.A. Times … hmmm do I see a pattern here?). In any case, it didn’t take too long for me, the former editor of the Sun, to realize that my friends, neighbors and businesses in the Crescenta Valley wanted their own newspaper. And why not? We are a vibrant, active community and we like to stay connected to our neighbors, our businesses and our civic organizations. I am proud to say that the Crescenta Valley Weekly is an important component in ensuring those connections.
What I didn’t know was that we launched at a truly historic time. Historically desperate economic times nationally coupled with historically devastating natural disasters locally.The photo at the top of today’s column shows my fledgling staff around my dining room table where the very first paper was being worked on – just before we were evacuated due to the Station Fire. After the third evacuation, we packed up and headed down to Mary O’Keefe’s house. Though the smoke was still thick, we didn’t get any knocks on our door telling us to get out.
The past year has been a time of lessons learned – some rather tough. An undertaking of this sort has been financially exhausting – I have fully funded it myself – and I am so thankful to those advertisers who recognized early on the asset that the CV Weekly could be to our community. J’s Maintenance, Merle Norman Cosmetics, Verdugo Hills Contact Lens and Glendale Area Schools Federal Credit Union climbed aboard my dream wagon and helped propel us forward. Early subscribers – some who stopped by my house to plunk down their dollar a week commitment – rallied us on. There have been photographers and writers who have donated their services, all in the name of, “I want to see the paper succeed.” And without the talent of my designers and writers, headed up by Mary O’Keefe, my office manager Debbie Taylor, and a dedicated sales staff, there is no way I could have gotten this far.
My family and friends have supported me in countless ways and urged me on. Their confidence has been humbling.
To all who have said a prayer on our behalf or offered a pat on our backs, thank you.
If you haven’t subscribed yet, please do. If you haven’t advertised yet, please consider doing so.
We appreciate your support.

Robin Goldsworthy is the publisher of the Crescenta Valley Weekly. She can be reached at robin@cvweekly.com or (818) 248-2740.

We are a busy people.
Whether for work or play, it seems that every minute is scheduled or filled with something that just has to get done. I used to take comfort that in my retirement I would finally have the chance to do nothing. I asked my mother-in-law about this, thinking she spends her days painting watercolors or knitting. She was quick to explain that since retiring years ago from her 9-to-5, she has never been so busy.
She’s a woman of projects.
In the early 1990s she oversaw the construction of her home up on Mountain Avenue (she has since sold that and moved north). She writes music, travels and regularly visits the rest of the family here in the foothills. She and her husband are ready to open their home for any family function and there is a standing invitation to us all – and there are a lot of us – to come up and spend some time with them. Just this past Saturday she and her husband surprised me by coming down and spending some time with me here at the office. Unexpectedly, my son, his wife and my granddaughter happened to also be in town and stopped by the office where great-grandmother was able to elicit a smile from the 4-month-old angel. It was wonderful to have that time to just visit.
Later that evening, I met my best friend for dinner. She and I love trying new places and after putting in some time on a Saturday at the newspaper, I wanted a relaxing place. I suggested the Agave Bar & Grill at the Angeles National Golf Club out in Sunland.
If you’ve driven west on the 210 freeway, you’ve seen the golf club off to the right. It’s gorgeous, literally a lush oasis in the middle of a wash. I had been to the golf club a couple of times at night for chamber functions and had promised myself to return during daylight hours for either their champagne brunch or for dinner. On Saturday, we met at 6:30 p.m.
We were seated on the patio overlooking the links. It was like being on vacation – the golf course manicured to perfection and a bubbling fountain dancing in the middle of the man-made lake. There was soft music playing in the background and, as dusk approached and with the golfers gone, the groundskeeper started chasing the Canadian geese that were feasting on the snails in the grass. The geese flew off as one unit, chiding the groundskeeper, sounding like nosy neighbors at a coffee clutch. Everyone on the patio stopped their conversation to see the birds fly overheard, swoop around, then settle on the surface of the lake. It was perfect, an evening of good food, good wine and good company.
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Today, Thursday, is my husband’s birthday and to celebrate we are heading over to the Summer Night on the Plaza in Glendale.
This is an annual fundraiser for Glendale Clean and Beautiful with an emphasis on ‘fun.’ Held at Glendale City Hall Perkins Plaza (basically at Broadway and Glendale Avenue), the $20 ticket includes tastes of some of the great restaurants in Glendale. This year will feature Outback Steakhouse, Carousel, BJ’s, California Pizza Kitchen, Damons, Clancy’s, the Olive Garden, Fish King and more. The atmosphere is reminiscent of a tropical paradise with swaying palms and music from Trinidadio, a steel drum band. A photo contest showcases the best of Glendale in color and black-and-white prints that attendees can vote on as their favorite. And one of my favorite things – a silent auction – is part of the evening.
Perhaps I’ll see you there. Summer Night on the Plaza is from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. and tickets are available at the door.
And Happy Birthday, Steve!

From the desk of the publisher

by Robin Goldsworthy

This past weekend was sweltering! I don’t look forward to seeing my next electric bill as we had the air on for most of the two days. I even went for a swim in our pool, something I generally don’t do because the water is generally too cold for my liking. But it was really nice – one of those things that when you’re done you say, “I should do that more often!”
I had the chance to say that again Sunday night when Steve and I joined another couple at the Starlight Bowl in Burbank for a performance by the Little River Band.
For those who have never been, the Starlight Bowl is an amphitheatre carved out of the Burbank hillside. Overseen by the City of Burbank Parks and Rec Department, the Starlight Bowl is a friendly, affordable alternative to some of the bigger outdoor venues and is designed in the same manner as the Greek Theatre or Hollywood Bowl. Tickets start at $10 ($6 for seniors and kids) and parking is just $5. You can bring in a reasonably sized cooler with beer and wine and food. However, for those who prefer, the Bowl’s concessionaire – BJ’s – offers salads, sandwiches and beverages.
Having arrived from performing “in a cornfield in Iowa,” the Little River Band was greeted by an enthusiastic audience mostly outfitted in tank tops and cargo shorts. The Starlight Bowl is not a fancy place, but one that offers a relaxed atmosphere, which lends itself to its intimate setting. As the concert got underway, folks found their way to the area just in front of the stage. Daddies were dancing with their little girls and couples were swaying to the music. Though the audience was quite diverse in its make up, from grandparents to little kids, it wasn’t a particularly savvy crowd. I overheard a lady behind me mention the folks in the “mosh pot.”
But the band didn’t seem to mind and enjoyed the casual attitude, too, as vocalist Wayne Nelson joked with the audience of how long it had been since the group enjoyed a top ten hit. But ticketholders were not concerned with that; they were just there to enjoy the tunes that transported them back in time. Songs like “Cool Change,” “Reminiscing” and “Happy Anniversary” had everyone singing along.
During a short intermission midway through the concert, the Bowl had a raffle – uh, an opportunity drawing – for a variety of prizes. We didn’t have to buy raffle tickets – every audience member was given a ticket at the entrance. And these were great prizes, too – even a round-trip voucher from Jet Blue airlines. Can you imagine paying $10 for a concert ticket then winning an airline voucher?!
Another fun thing was that the Burbank Credit Union handed out these terrific little LCD flashlights to everyone. These were great to have on hand at dusk. Rather than flicking our lighters (and how many of us have those on hand anymore?), we fired up our little flashlights and waved them in the air.
At the end of a day that saw near record-breaking temperatures, the breeze that found its way up the canyon to the Bowl was welcome. It carried with it bubbles from a machine that some playful patron in the box seats had brought. At about 8:30 as the last song was being sung, the audience was on its feet, swaying to the music, waving our flashlights in the air as bubbles gently popped around us.
What a lovely way to end the weekend.
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I just want to remind you about the importance of supporting the supporters of the Crescenta Valley Weekly. We had purchased tickets to the Starlight Bowl several weeks ago but in the meantime the Bowl became an advertiser with this paper. I’m very proud of our advertisers and as we approach our one year anniversary I want to say ‘thank you’ and urge our readers to visit those who have made the financial commitment to us. Without our advertisers and subscribers, we couldn’t bring you this paper every week. Remember: this is a home grown effort; no “big bucks” are backing it. So patronize our advertisers and to those who don’t advertise here, ask them “Why not?”

We’re barely into summer and friends of mine with school-aged children are already hearing those dreaded words: I’m bored.
These are the same children who, not a week ago, were doing the happy dance that school was out! Summer’s here! I can sleep in!
Now it’s, “There’s nothing to do,” and “Can you take me to [fill in the blank]?” (The idea of cleaning their room apparently doesn’t constitute a filler for the “there’s nothing to do” quandary though I give credit to parents everywhere for trying.)
Being bored – a concept that I barely remember. As a kid growing up in the flatlands of Sun Valley, just west of the Crescenta Valley, I recall climbing on my bicycle and riding everywhere practically from sun up to sun down. My friends and I would ride to the park, the schoolyard that remained open during the summer so you could still play tetherball, or the liquor store (what the corner markets were called prior to “convenience stores”) to buy a kite.
We would act out episodes of our favorite shows – particularly those of “The Partridge Family” and “Here Come The Brides” (remember that one, anybody?). We’d dress ourselves in bed sheets and put on fashion shows or pretend to serve our parents dinner while they watched T.V. in the evening.
I was lucky growing up – my family had a swimming pool. Hours upon hours would be spent playing Marco Polo. A funny aside – our new next door neighbors were Peruvian and the younger son was named Marcos. For years, the mom thought we were calling her boy. The daughter ended up becoming my very best friend and we laughed when she told me that.
My folks wouldn’t buy a Slip ‘n Slide so, never lacking in creativity, we kids would take the Twister game mat, lay it down on the front lawn, put a hose on it, run and then launch ourselves on it, sliding and getting soaked. The only problem was that the mat was pretty small and we’d usually end up sliding off and onto the grass. Not only did we end up with grass burns but my dad was pretty peeved that we demolished his lawn.
Summer nights we’d play hide-and-go-seek or Frisbee. A company was giving out mini Frisbees that, when you sat them under a light for a couple of minutes, would glow in the dark. That was a lot of fun!
We only had one window air conditioner so if it got too hot during the summer and we didn’t want to sleep on the floor of the living room, we’d sleep outside on chaise lounges under the stars.
Summer was also the time to try a new hobby. I remember getting a paint by numbers of the Last Supper. Never did finish that one. Jig saw puzzles were also a good way to pass the time.
Grandma taught us canasta and we’d play for hours. We’d also play War or Crazy Eights with our friends.
I was fortunate in that I loved to read. We’d go to the library and bring home three books, challenging ourselves to finish them before they were due back.
Even with all this activity, I know there were some days that my friends and I were bored, that we’d lie on our backs on the lawn, looking up to the sky, envisioning all the things we’d do when we had our driver’s license and could go “anywhere.” The beach was always near the top of that list.
Complaining of being bored, I remember hearing my mom telling us to go outside and “find something to do.” We generally did.
As a grown up trying to keep pace with a job, family and a mortgage, the possibility of being bored seems far behind me. But it still is nice to pull out those memories and ponder how I filled those lazy days of summer.

Robin Goldsworthy is the publisher of the Crescenta
Valley Weekly.
She can be
reached at robin@cvweekly.com
or (818) 248-2740.

From the desk of the publisher, Robin Goldsworthy

Let’s face it – few things say “celebration” like fireworks. And fewer still capture the celebratory spirit of our country’s independence like a good old-fashioned fireworks show.
We’re so lucky here in the Crescenta Valley. Not only do we have a dynamic fireworks show, but a carnival too right here in our own backyard. La Crescenta Elementary School is home to the annual Star Spangled Fireworks Display on July 4. Hosted by the Crescenta Valley Fireworks Association, the gates open at 4 p.m. when ticketholders will find hot dogs prepared by the Kiwanis, personal sized pizza for sale by the CV Chamber of Commerce, plus drinks and snacks. A complete carnival will also be on hand to entertain as will music.
The fireworks show has a rich history in the Crescenta Valley. Back in the mid-80s the show was first established at CV High School. With the exception of a few hiccups, the show went on without a hitch for a number of years. When the high school had its new field installed (at a cost of over $1 million) the long time home for the fireworks was no longer available and in 2006 the skies above Crescenta Valley were dark on July 4.
But typical of our citizens, that wasn’t acceptable. A committee was formed, a non-profit organization established and in 2007 a new venue found at La Crescenta Elementary School for our fireworks show. Jean Maluccio, Rick Dinger, Steve Pierce, Chris Waldheim, Mike Shaar, Howard Hakes, and David Meyers along with countless other volunteers resurrected the extravaganza. They raised money through generous donations from civic leaders and our local neighbors who enjoy the show every year. In fact, in the Crescenta Valley Weekly you’ve seen a donation envelope inserted for the past couple of weeks. I urge you to take out your pen and check book right this minute and make a donation for this event. It doesn’t matter whether or not you plan on attending – the fireworks can be seen from front and rear yards of homes all around the valley. If you’ve ever enjoyed the display, show your financial support and make a donation today. Remember that no amount is too small. Every donation is appreciated and also shows the organizers that yes, we do appreciate your effort and want to make sure the Star Spangled Fireworks Display continues.
If you plan on attending the fireworks show, tickets are $5 and available for sale around town including the CV Weekly office and at the gate on July 4. The entrance is in the 2800 block of Prospect Avenue.
I plan on being there and hope to see you, too. And on behalf of the CV Fireworks Assn., thanks for your support!

From the desk of the publisher

By Robin Goldsworthy

As we approach the end of the school year, which for some has already arrived, it’s with a bit of melancholy that I reflect on those changes that are taking place within our district.
While the teachers union and the school board battle it out, debating what constitutes an emergency in order to access emergency funds, I look at the people who have impacted my school community and my children’s lives as students.
This June we bid farewell to Linda Evans as principal at Crescenta Valley High School. Linda’s leaving for me is particularly sad because she helped me navigate Prom Plus in the early days back in 1999 when I first became involved with the organization. As time passed, I became more and more active with Prom Plus and Linda always made me feel welcome to ask her anything that might help advance this worthwhile cause. She had a personal interest in its success as she was a teacher at CVHS when Berlyn Cosman, the student who was murdered at an unsupervised post prom hotel party in 1991, was killed. In fact, Berlyn was Linda’s teacher’s assistant and Linda never turned down an opportunity to tell people of the loss she felt at Berlyn’s death and how Prom Plus is her legacy.
At the graduations of my second and third sons, it was Linda who shook the hands of my boys. I’m sorry that she won’t be shaking the hand of my last son who this year is a junior and won’t be graduating until next year.
I have no doubt that Linda will offer whatever assistance incoming principal Michele Doll may ask of her.
At the elementary school level, Vera Miro over at Monte Vista will be saying so long to “her” kids. Vera has been involved at Monte Vista for 20 years. As the school secretary, she oversaw the changing of principals and helped launch the education of hundreds of children while patting the hands of kindergarten parents as they said that first good-bye to their school-aged children. Her office was bedecked with “Star Wars” characters (or was it “Star Trek”? Just kidding) and recently “Twilight” posters and paraphernalia edged its way onto her walls. Fridays were “treat day” when a line of kids could be found outside her office as she handed out a goodie to start off the weekend.
Monte Vista is not only losing Vera, but also long time teachers aide Mary Cummings and teachers Shirley Sycamore (who has been teaching over 40 years), Janice Szpila and Dave Ford (who was my 28-year-old’s fifth grade teacher so many years ago).
Cynthia Livingston leaves her position as principal at Fremont Elementary after being promoted to principal at Rosemont Middle School. Like Michele, she’ll shake the hands of her graduates in June and welcome many of them to their new school home in September.
This is just a sampling of the changes taking place at our schools in the Crescenta Valley.
I know that there are many who will be leaving long held posts at our schools and I ask their forgiveness in not naming them all. To those who are leaving after giving so much, I thank them for a job well done.
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This week Crescenta Valley Weekly is introducing a program that will financially assist our local non-profit organizations. For every new subscription to this paper, we will donate $10 back to a local charity of the subscriber’s choice. We felt that our community has supported us since we hit the ground in September and we want to give back.
To learn more visit page 15 or call our office at (818) 248-2740.

From the desk of the publisher
Robin GOLDSWORTHY

What a wonderful Memorial Day weekend we’re expecting! The weather is supposed to be gorgeous – perfect for barbecues and outside dining. But as much as I plan on enjoying this California weekend, I’m going to be a little melancholy, too.
This Sunday, May 30 is my 50th birthday and as much as I look forward to throwing some hamburgers on the grill here at home, I’m supposed to be in Tahiti.
Let me explain.
My best friend Amy is a cruise diva. She’s travelled extensively around the world – her next trip is a cruise through the Panama Canal – and she has visited the Tahitian islands several times. Being my very best friend, she makes sure to share with me every delectable morsel she’s eaten, every luxurious cabin she’s stayed in and every exotic stop she’s made. Three years ago, after hanging on every word of her most recent trip to Tahiti, I cried uncle and declared that for my 50th birthday we would travel to Tahiti together. No more living vicariously through her – I would have my own experiences to relish. And I invited all my friends to start saving their pennies to join us for this wonderful birthday trip.
But in the words of John Lennon, life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.
Not only did I lose my job in July when the L.A. Times closed the paper I used to work for, but I launched the Crescenta Valley Weekly in September redirecting my financial resources. So Tahiti will have to wait.
But you know what they say: good things come to those who wait. Maybe when I finally go I’ll have a balcony cabin.
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Another good reason to celebrate being here at home for the three-day weekend is Prom Plus.
This Saturday night is prom night for Crescenta Valley High School seniors. They’ll be heading to Long Beach for the dance then back to Crescenta Valley and the Crescenta-Cañada YMCA for the after prom event Prom Plus.
Prom Plus was started after a CVHS senior was murdered at an unsupervised post-prom hotel party in 1991. The CVHS Prom Plus committee raises over $20,000 each year to host this event for the kids. They can climb a rock wall, ride a mechanical bull, burn a CD or just sit back and enjoy the music of KIIS FM who will be on site.
Seniors who attend prom can attend Prom Plus without paying any additional fee; it’s included in their prom ticket. For those seniors who don’t attend prom, they can come to the Y after midnight and pay a $20 entrance fee to be a part of Prom Plus.
I am usually there from midnight to 5 a.m. in the casino or walking around, checking up to make sure everything is running smoothly. We’re so grateful to the YMCA for donating the facility and to all the parents and community leaders who volunteer to decorate (this year’s theme is Through the Looking Glass), man the activities or clean up at 5:30 Sunday morning.
Steve and I will be heading home around 5:30 Sunday morning just as the sun is coming up. After catching some sleep and lounging around the house, we’ll head over to Memorial Park in La Cañada for the Fiesta Days barbecue and fireworks extravaganza.
While it’s not Tahiti, it still is a great way to spend my 50th birthday.

Usually I write this column on Monday morning, reflecting on activities enjoyed over the weekend or plans for the near future. However, when the weather forecasts began informing us of the major weather coming our way, I waited until the last minute (in this case 5:05 p.m. Wednesday afternoon) to sit down at the keyboard.
Excuse me a minute while I answer the phone.
That was Roger Young of the CV Fire Safe Council. A flash flood warning was issued in our area in effect until 6:30 tonight.
And so that’s how the past two days have gone. As we here at the CV Weekly learned of incidents around town, Mary O’Keefe and Charly Shelton have donned wet weather gear to record for you, our readers, the information you need to know. Charly has done an exceptional job of pulling together podcasts daily that show where new cliffs have formed due to the shearing of mountains due to rushing water. He has recorded press conferences and interviews on video, edited them quickly and then posted them under Videos as Weather Watch 2010 at www.cvweekly.com (note that you must have an updated version of Quicktime to view them). These are not just videos of fast-moving water in front of someone’s house. While Charly has captured those types of compelling images, they have been accompanied by informative commentary about areas that are experiencing the worst of the weather or instructions from safety personnel on what to do in case evacuations were mandated. And today the first of those evacuations were implemented.
And as the news unfolded, I have been here at my computer, fielding calls and sending out Tweets and CV Weekly e-blasts to the community to let them know that schools above Foothill Boulevard will be closed tomorrow, that homes are being evacuated and what those addresses are. If you want to get our e-blasts, send me an e-mail at robin@cvweekly.com and write “add me to the blast list” in the message. We’ve caught the attention of other media outlets, too. Mary O’Keefe took a call from the local NPR station that wanted to talk to a news outlet that was in Crescenta Valley, that (as they put it) “were in it.” It feels good to know that other news agencies are working together to get the information out.
A new reporter, Brandon Hensley, made his way to La Cañada High School with photographer Leonard Coutin to see how well the high school is prepared for the newly displaced residents. The gym is outfitted with cots and blankets ready to welcome those who need a warm place to lay their head tonight.
As darkness falls tonight, Wednesday, I sit here nervously waiting to learn what new developments are happening in our community. Rest assured, however, that anything of significance that I find out I’ll pass on to you, my fellow CV neighbor.

Robin Goldsworthy is the publisher of the Crescenta Valley Weekly. She can be reached at robin@cvweekly.com
or (818) 248-2740.