Derailed

As recent Glendale transplants, for the most part we like our new city. Our biggest gripe? The lack of many decent restaurants (although, we've got Zankou Chicken and Porto's here, while plenty of Los Feliz, Silver Lake and downtown eateries are around the corner).

I now have a second beef: Glendale's Tournament of Roses Parade entries. The city seems determined to top itself by making every year's entry more creepy than the last.

They've really outdone themselves this time. In a few weeks, Glendale will invite you to hop on the "Imagination Express," a maniacal clown/train hybrid that is more nightmare than imagination. I'll be taking Amtrak, thank you.