Herald Publications - El Segundo, Hawthorne, Lawndale & Inglewood Community Newspapers Since 1911 - (310) 322-1830 - Vol. 4, No. 5 - February 3, 2022
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Entertainment......................2
Hawthorne............................3
Lawndale..............................4
Inglewood.............................5
Legals.................................5,6
Pets........................................8
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LA Rams Beat the SF 49ers to
Advance to the Super Bowl
Congratulations to our hometown Los Angeles Rams on their National Football Championship win and advancement to Super Bowl LVI. You got this. One more win at home in SoFi Stadium, our
“Rams House.” Photo courtesy Los Angeles County Fire Department.
Earth in the Palm of Your Hand
Article and photos
by Ben & Glinda Shipley
Whether you’re flying to Tokyo, driving to
the Grand Canyon, walking around the corner
for a quart of milk, or launching a submarinebased
John Morton: From Sweeping Floors to
Becoming a Champion Race Car Driver
By Duane Plank
The first time I interviewed race car driver
and El Segundo resident John Morton was
29 years ago when this scribe was drawing
a paycheck from the Los Angeles Times.
A renowned motor car racer, a road racer,
Morton had recently finished an unsuccessful
run at qualifying for a slot on the grid in
the Indianapolis 500 race, at the time the
pre-eminent car race in the world.
Morton and the team had ended their
Don Quixote-es escapades before the race
on the asphalt of the Indianapolis Motor
Speedway. Still, Morton relished the experience
of entering the hallowed Indiana
grounds for the first time as a competitor.
“It was totally different,” he said. “I equate
it to the same thrill that a football player
must get when he walks on the field before
the Super Bowl. (Racing at Indianapolis)
is the absolute pinnacle of what you do.”
Two decades later, Morton was prevailed
upon to author a book detailing much of
his earlier career in the racing industry. He
had initially written a magazine article for
a short-lived entity, American Driver.
Once a book publishing company got
wind of the magazine piece, Morton was
asked to expand his scribblings and author
the book about Shelby and his empire.
Morton’s automatic reaction was ”no.”
But once the publishing company forwarded
a contract and Morton signed on
the dotted line, he felt obligated to produce
a book.
ICBM into the heart of enemy territory,
the most important point in any journey is the
start—right here, right now, at this very instant
in space and time. If you have no idea where
you are, you’ll never find the way to anywhere.
So one of the great $12 billion bargains in the
history of public spending came about in 1973,
when the US Defense Department authorized
its NAVSTAR program—or later in the same
century, when Presidents Reagan and Clinton
handed over the program’s benefits, free of
charge, to the benefit of all humankind.
The American Global Positioning System—
or GPS—is an ingenious network of
24 individual satellites, all circling the planet
in unique, evenly distributed orbits 12 miles
above the Earth. Each satellite radiates a weak,
non-stop signal that includes its excruciatingly
accurate time and location. The idea being that,
anywhere on Earth (or in the air), a receiver
will find at least four of these signals and
calculate—to a matter of millimeters—where
it lies. From there, it’s a simple (yeah, sure!)
series of steps to figuring out the precise route
between two geographical points, along with
all the mountains, rivers, roads, buildings, tents,
trees, and fire hydrants in between. The result
has been a near-miraculous revolution in the
ease, safety, and reliability of modern travel,
not just for elites and ICBMs, but for simple
lost folk like us.
Well, maybe.
When I (Ben) was 12 years old, my father’s
office sat in the cellar of our house in Bruxelles,
Belgium. When I came home from boarding
school, we’d huddle there and decide which
of his business trips I could join. On the wall,
there was an enormous Michelin road map
of Europe, where Dad’s secretary had traced
in bright red every route he’d driven. After
hours, we’d sit down there, and he would tell
great stories, as we plotted how to fill up the
few remaining empty spaces with Josephine’s
felt marker.
As far back as the dawn of human migration,
maps have served as much more than
simple informational tools. They’ve represented
romance and mystery, danger and exotica, the
limits of human knowledge, and the inspired
reaches of our imagination. The unexplored
spaces on Greek parchments detailed the serpents
and monsters that awaited the intrepid
traveler beyond the last pier in Athens harbor.
The Flemish Gerardus Mercator took years Barcelona, Spain: Columbus points south to the New World and
See Travel, page 7 places it… just outside Algeria?
See John Morton, page 4