A gunman opened fire with an assault rifle in a terminal of Los Angeles International airport on Friday, killing a Transportation Security Agent and injuring at least six other people before he was shot and captured, authorities said.
It’s back! Remember long ago in those dark days of 2011, when “Pacific Standard Time,” the Getty-sponsored initiative, got more than 60 cultural organizations throughout Southern California to shine a light on the impact of Los Angeles’ art scene between 1945 and 1980?
When it comes to honeymoons, nothing is more romantic than a tropical island. From Los Angeles, the most tempting include the Hawaiian archipelago. The oldest — and by far the greenest — of them all is Kauai.
The number of people in toques and clean white chef coats at the Flight Path Learning Center and Museum at Los Angeles International Airport on the morning of Dec. 5 made it feel like a set for an episode of Bravo’s “Top Chef.”
On Sept. 21, the day the space shuttle Endeavour flew past local landmarks on its way to Los Angeles International Airport, every media outlet in the city had dispatched multiple reporters to look to the skies.
One criticism of Villaraigosa's predecessor, Jim Hahn, was that he didn't understand the importance of symbolism, that he was too desk bound, too reluctant to make the grand gestures important in a sprawling city of many diverse communities.
I was proud to be part of this delegation, proud to be among someof the gatekeepers of our city, astounded at the vast amount Israel had to offer us and the generosity of her leaders to share.
Community briefs - Israeli Security Offers Pointers to LAX; Education Programs Get Multimillion Dollar Boost
On Sukkot, the time tradition tells us is zman simchateinu, the season of our joy, we dwell in a fragile hut, open to the winds and rain and cold of the world, to remind ourselves that our joy is enriched, is deepened, when we glimpse, if only for a moment, how weak and fragile we are.
Imagine this situation: You've arrived at LAX after hours of sitting in an airplane from Italy. You've waited in line to get through customs, lugged your suitcases from the baggage claim and you finally emerge to locate your relatives. But they're nowhere to be found, and you don't speak English. What do you do?
I am not a writer or pretend to be one. This is one of those times that I am writing out of anger and frustration.
Last Friday was to have been one of Victoria "Vicky" Hen's happiest days. As a surprise, her boyfriend, Yaron Cohen, had planned to formally propose marriage to the 25-year-old Israeli American.
Instead, her parents, Avinoam and Rachel Hen, and her younger brothers, Nimrod and Udi, spent the day planning her funeral service, which took place Sunday afternoon.
This is an indiscriminate cult of death, a type of fanaticism that preaches that those of a different religion or different ethnicity are less than human.
We must know each other, as accurately as possible. If you can't invite your local imam into your living room, then go down to your local mosque, yourself, and bring a group from your synagogue with you.
The Israeli community, joined by the city's mayor and Jewish leaders, bade a grief-stricken farewell Sunday to a man and woman killed by an Egyptian-born gunman at Los Angeles International Airport July 4.
Amid the profusion of billboards along Southern California freeways, motorists are being startled by a new one. It features seven smiling faces of various ethnicities, with one, a woman wearing a black headscarf, holding a small American flag.