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June 12, 2001
I am living with a beagle. You will note that I do not say that I own or possess a beagle. The truth of the matter is that probably no one has ever owned or possessed a beagle. Actually, they are not dogs at all. They are imps placed on this earth to show that while humans have invented the wheel and split the atom, that is small potatoes in a world that includes beagles. Beagles are remarkably determined. Whatever they do, they do it with great concentration and thoroughness.
NEWS
August 13, 2002
I have always subscribed wholeheartedly to that old adage that "man's best friend is his dog." As a former street cop, district attorney and judge, I must admit a certain cynicism toward the human race. I am not enough of a cynic to say that people are no good. I'd have to leave out my mother and the pope, but when some barnyard philosopher intones, "I've never met a man I didn't like," I can only say he has had a very, very small circle of friends and associates.
NEWS
January 2, 2001
My wife and I have a problem. I want a dog, particularly a beagle. She doesn't want a dog, particularly a beagle. The obvious solution: We don't have a dog, beagle or otherwise. My fondness for beagles comes from a previous dog we owned, Sam, short for Samrod of Shorecliffs. Sam was a marvelous dog. Not only was he handsome, he was attentive and would sit and listen closely as I discussed my latest case with him. His only shortcoming was his libido, which led him on innumerable jaunts around the neighborhood, looking for lady friends.
NEWS
By ROBERT GARDNER | October 20, 2006
I recently attended a gathering during which our local lifeguards received some well-deserved recognition. It caused me to remember some of the more memorable lifeguards I have known during my lifetime on the beach. First, I would like to mention Will Lippincott, far and away the most casual guard in my memory. In his day, the guard tower was simply a wooden tub on stilts. The guard sat there all day, literally sweating it out. All except Lippincott. Will stretched a couple of boards across that tub, stretched out on those boards and took it easy.
NEWS
February 17, 2004
ROBERT GARDNER I grew up owning dogs and always had one until I married. Katy, my wife, wasn't an animal lover, and for the first decade or so of our marriage, we lived in an animal-free zone except for the stink bugs my daughter kept as pets. I realize that stink bugs don't actually qualify as animals, and so did Katy. I think she began to worry about our daughter's fascination with stink bugs, and this paved the way for me to bring home a beagle puppy who was part of the family for the next fourteen years.
NEWS
April 4, 2013
Robert Lee Slaughter 1929 -2013 Bob. Robert. Trebor. Eminent Archon. Mr. Slaughter. Professor Slaughter. Daddy. In his 83 years, Bob Slaughter took his responsibilities and his fun very seriously. Born in Los Angeles in 1929, Bob moved to Balboa Island in 1943 with his parents and his younger brother, Nick.  Bob graduated from Newport Harbor High School in 1947 after forming high school, and then, college friendships that spanned 66 years of enjoying the best of Newport. This group, largely intact today, will particularly miss the sincerity of his friendship.
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By ROBERT GARDNER | March 10, 2006
As I grow older and progressively more senile, I need more and more assistance remembering things. Thus, I have become almost completely dependent on the yellow legal tablet on which I keep what amounts to a daily diary of things to remember. It goes something like this: 1. Open eyes. This is necessary because if I don't open my eyes I am going to have difficulty getting around. More important, I won't be able to read my yellow tablet and know what else I'm supposed to do for the day. 2. Get out of bed. I'm not sure who writes that one in, me or my dog, who thinks I should spring out of bed at the first light of day and feed her. However, in my old age, I have discovered the pleasure of sleeping in, and if I didn't have that reminder, I would probably spend the rest of my life in bed, regardless of a hungry beagle.
NEWS
December 23, 2003
ROBERT GARDNER For several years, I had the good fortune of sharing my house with a beagle. Cassie wasn't the liveliest dog. She was downright lazy, but that was part of her charm. Instead of running around fruitlessly searching for rabbits, she spent her time in a much more productive manner, at least from my point of view. She became the perfect conversationalist -- not one of those exasperating people who always wants to talk about themselves.
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April 4, 2013
Robert Lee Slaughter 1929 -2013 Bob. Robert. Trebor. Eminent Archon. Mr. Slaughter. Professor Slaughter. Daddy. In his 83 years, Bob Slaughter took his responsibilities and his fun very seriously. Born in Los Angeles in 1929, Bob moved to Balboa Island in 1943 with his parents and his younger brother, Nick.  Bob graduated from Newport Harbor High School in 1947 after forming high school, and then, college friendships that spanned 66 years of enjoying the best of Newport. This group, largely intact today, will particularly miss the sincerity of his friendship.
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By ROBERT GARDNER | October 20, 2006
I recently attended a gathering during which our local lifeguards received some well-deserved recognition. It caused me to remember some of the more memorable lifeguards I have known during my lifetime on the beach. First, I would like to mention Will Lippincott, far and away the most casual guard in my memory. In his day, the guard tower was simply a wooden tub on stilts. The guard sat there all day, literally sweating it out. All except Lippincott. Will stretched a couple of boards across that tub, stretched out on those boards and took it easy.
FEATURES
By ROBERT GARDNER | March 10, 2006
As I grow older and progressively more senile, I need more and more assistance remembering things. Thus, I have become almost completely dependent on the yellow legal tablet on which I keep what amounts to a daily diary of things to remember. It goes something like this: 1. Open eyes. This is necessary because if I don't open my eyes I am going to have difficulty getting around. More important, I won't be able to read my yellow tablet and know what else I'm supposed to do for the day. 2. Get out of bed. I'm not sure who writes that one in, me or my dog, who thinks I should spring out of bed at the first light of day and feed her. However, in my old age, I have discovered the pleasure of sleeping in, and if I didn't have that reminder, I would probably spend the rest of my life in bed, regardless of a hungry beagle.
NEWS
February 17, 2004
ROBERT GARDNER I grew up owning dogs and always had one until I married. Katy, my wife, wasn't an animal lover, and for the first decade or so of our marriage, we lived in an animal-free zone except for the stink bugs my daughter kept as pets. I realize that stink bugs don't actually qualify as animals, and so did Katy. I think she began to worry about our daughter's fascination with stink bugs, and this paved the way for me to bring home a beagle puppy who was part of the family for the next fourteen years.
NEWS
December 23, 2003
ROBERT GARDNER For several years, I had the good fortune of sharing my house with a beagle. Cassie wasn't the liveliest dog. She was downright lazy, but that was part of her charm. Instead of running around fruitlessly searching for rabbits, she spent her time in a much more productive manner, at least from my point of view. She became the perfect conversationalist -- not one of those exasperating people who always wants to talk about themselves.
NEWS
August 13, 2002
I have always subscribed wholeheartedly to that old adage that "man's best friend is his dog." As a former street cop, district attorney and judge, I must admit a certain cynicism toward the human race. I am not enough of a cynic to say that people are no good. I'd have to leave out my mother and the pope, but when some barnyard philosopher intones, "I've never met a man I didn't like," I can only say he has had a very, very small circle of friends and associates.
NEWS
November 13, 2001
As I grow older and progressively more senile, I need more and more assistance remembering things. Thus, I have become almost completely dependent on the yellow legal tablet on which I keep what amounts to a daily diary of things to remember. It goes something like this: 1. Open eyes. This is necessary because if I don't open my eyes I am going to have difficulty getting around. More important, I won't be able to read my yellow tablet and know what else I'm supposed to do for the day. 2. Get out of bed. I'm not sure who writes that one in, me or my dog, who thinks I should spring out of bed at the first light of day and feed her. However, in my old age, I have discovered the pleasure of sleeping in, and if I didn't have that reminder, I would probably spend the rest of my life in bed, regardless of a hungry beagle.
NEWS
January 2, 2001
My wife and I have a problem. I want a dog, particularly a beagle. She doesn't want a dog, particularly a beagle. The obvious solution: We don't have a dog, beagle or otherwise. My fondness for beagles comes from a previous dog we owned, Sam, short for Samrod of Shorecliffs. Sam was a marvelous dog. Not only was he handsome, he was attentive and would sit and listen closely as I discussed my latest case with him. His only shortcoming was his libido, which led him on innumerable jaunts around the neighborhood, looking for lady friends.
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