The San Gabriel Pastoral Region is a pastoral region of the Archdiocese of Los Angeles in the Roman Catholic Church. It covers East Los Angeles through the San Gabriel and Pomona valleys. The current regional episcopal vicar is Monsignor James Loughnane. The region has 67 parishes, 13 high schools, many elementary schools, no hospitals, 2 cemeteries, and 1 Spanish Mission.
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