People and Events

Someone is boldly going where no thief has gone before.

On two consecutive nights this week, someone sneaked onto the Paramount lot and broke into a particular trailer on the set of the TV series, “Star Trek: The Next Generation.”

And each night, the only items stolen, says a studio insider, were the hairpiece and headpiece that convert actor Michael Dorn into Lt. Worf, the Klingon security officer--a nice Klingon--aboard the Starship Enterprise. Shorn of his facial gear, Dorn had little to do, and production schedules had to be rearranged.

Even a Klingon doesn’t deserve such treatment.

Despite a rainy night, Charles Broyles is holding his ground.

Broyles, the 72-year-old hermit who has lived on a hill in Elysian Park these last 14 years, has been stuck flat on his back at mid-hillside for a fortnight, unable to climb to his makeshift hilltop shelter because his hip is too weak from recent surgery to permit him to rise unaided.

Broyles, whose reluctance to forsake his reclusive ways and use some of his savings for a retirement hotel room was detailed in Thursday’s Times, was no less stubborn in the wake of his higher profile.

“It was a light rain,” he said. “It didn’t bother me.”

A local gentleman of more wisdom than years--but a gentleman over 40 nonetheless--was waiting at a Los Angeles stoplight one morning, and noticed that the car in front was a pale green Volkswagen “Beetle,” much like the one he drove in college, cloth sunroof and all.

His happy reveries of college life were brought up short when he saw the V-dub’s license plate: “Historical Vehicle.”

Given the sadly waning presence of agriculture in Los Angeles County, where condominiums are now the biggest cash crop, the odds are against it, but. . . .

Any unmarried young woman out there who is a high school graduate from 19 to 24 years old, and who hails from a raisin-growing area, is welcome to take her chances in the National Raisin Queen contest.

So if your raisins come out of the ground, and not out of a cereal box, give it some thought. Just to sweeten the pot, we’ll tell you that the reigning National Raisin Queen was a major player at the California State Fair, receives a scholarship and clothing allowance and probably has personally met every single dancing raisin.

Two plainclothes Los Angeles Police Department officers returned to their car after dinner Wednesday and found that the passenger door bore something new--graffiti, a little token from the Temple Street Gang.

Rampart Division Capt. Richard Wahler characterized it as “a minor challenge” in a “psychological game between them and us to prove who’s tougher.”

TSP, the letters they scrawled, are also the name of a common cleaning solution, which might get the stuff off the door.

And, hey, at least they know how to write.

The resourcefulness of Los Angeles commuters knows no limits.

Passengers on Route 430B from Pacific Palisades are a congenial lot, acquainted with one another and fond of their driver, Snookie. But when their Commuter Express bus broke down Thursday way out in the wilds of Sunset Boulevard--a fuel system problem, it seems--some of the dozen or so passengers aboard found yet another use for the opposable thumb.

They hitchhiked.

Two of them, including Linda Martini, got the first lift, from a woman who carted them along to the dry cleaner’s, her childrens’ school and thence downtown to work.

Snookie and her bus, the company says, will be back at the wheel first thing today