News for the City of Good Neighbors from Norb Huber
Holly Park Homeowner’s Association Pancake Breakfast – This Saturday
The Holly Park Homeowners will be hosting a pancake breakfast fundraiser on Saturday, June 16th from 8 a.m. to 12 noon at Olivet Lutheran Church, located at 2506 Imperial Highway, just east of Crenshaw Blvd. It’s the day before Fathers’ Day so take your dad out for breakfast a day early.
John Baker Memorial Cruise Night
Join other Hawthorne Cougar Alums at a very special night at Foster’s Freeze on Hawthorne Blvd. In memory of John Baker, there will be a cruise night on Saturday, July 21 from 5 to 9 p.m. Come out and get reunited with your HHS friends. Cougartown is alive and well.
I would like to thank the City Council, the other Hawthorne city officials and staff who made my farewell meeting last evening great. I will remember the kind words that were spoken and all of my friends who came out to say good bye. I have been blessed in so many ways. Hawthorne and the good people who live here will always be in my heart. No, this is not my last column. I will continue to ramble on until my ramble is rubble. If and when my writing gets boring and starts to stink like the Hyperion plant, when my readership dips below double digits, when my ol’ lady actually looks old, or when the Hawthorne Mall is replaced with something, anything, then I will stop writing this stuff. From now on, I will be living the Hawthorne life in virtual reality, whatever that means. I’ll be writing in the Cloud. I will be in cyberspace. Since I make up most of this crap, does it really matter if I’m bodily present or even half dead? If California voters go for it this fall, I’ll be living in a new state, NorCal. Two things will never change, God will always be loving me and you, and cold ones will get us all through to the end of the road. When you get there, please look for me, I’ll be the one passed out on the side from having too many. Enjoy, I love ya all.
My Life in Hawthorne (Part #3)
As I leave this month to retire and move closer to my grandkids up in Northern California, I add my name to an extensive list of “former residents of Hawthorne”. There is not another city of our size in America who can boast a lineup of one time residents that includes: Marilyn Monroe, Jim Thorpe, the Beach Boys, Gorgeous George, Emmitt Rhodes, James Cagney, Fred Dryer, Ron Mix, Cy Young Award winner Mike Scott, and Wayne Bryan, father of the Bryan Brothers tennis doubles champions. All of these achievers have called Hawthorne their home at one time. What other city can say that the Mattel Company and Barbie, Belkin and all those printer cords, Northrop Corporation and the flying wing, Tesla, the Boring Company, SpaceX, and a mile long hyperloop experimental track all started or operated within their boundaries? At an event a few years ago, I tongue in cheek joked about comparing Torrance’s manufacturing of helicopters and their refinement of polluting gas to Hawthorne’s building of rockets and electric, clean air inducing automobiles. There is really no comparison to what this city has produced. You kind of get the idea that Hawthorne has a unique history. Hawthorne has been the place where wild ideas and dreams have become a reality. I tell my high school students to dream big and work hard to reach those goals.
Don’t get me wrong, Hawthorne has its problems. There are too many people living too close together, driving too many cars. Our city’s downtown has been dominated by a dilapidated mall for the past 20 years. The Daily Breeze used to sell a lot of papers writing about the latest scandals to hit Hawthorne. But, for all the scandals and bad press, the real people of Hawthorne have always been the good neighbors that you find in most every city in America. Hardworking people who just want to have a peaceful place to live, people who care about their neighborhood, ones who care about their city.
I will miss these people. I will miss sharing my thoughts and views with them through my writing. Hawthorne has allowed me to live my dream. God has blessed me with a wife, children, grandchildren, good friends, good neighbors and memories to treasure, to laugh about, and to learn from. I can’t imagine the next chapter of my life being anything like these past 41 years. When I’m sitting around telling my stories to my grandkids or to the old geezers out in front of the doughnut shop, I will have a lot to talk about. I may not have to fabricate or stretch the truth too much. My Hawthorne life has been simply amazing. I’m ready for some golf and some hours here and there to relax. If you are one of my readers you know that my advise is always to remember that God loves you, so just relax and have a cold one. Here’s to you Hawthorne! Thanks for allowing me to live my dream.
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