Skeletons are horrors; they dink and tinkle and rattle in old castles, hung from oaken beams, making long, indolently rustling pendulums on the wind.... —Ray Bradbury, Skeleton THE PROTAGONIST IN Bradbury’s short story, a Mr. …
Thursday, February 24
Thursday, February 17
IT IS 7:30 a.m. and you can hear an industrial vacuum cleaner. The office of Deputy Mayor Lee Hubbard is at the end of a long, cavernous hall in the city administration building. This hall …
If there exists a food which Southern California can call its own, it is the abalone. Subtly flavored, cloaked in mystery, and wildly expensive, this lowly muscle now ranks with Alaskan crab and Maine lobster …
Thursday, February 10
Things have gone full circle at the asymmetrical structure on the corner of Bacon Street and Newport Avenue. Ocean Beach’s first Bank of America branch. The structure later housed a Silvergate Savings and Loan Association …
The Plunge's exterior may be crumbling, but inside is a pool as lithe and graceful as it always was and as most of its ardent devotees hope it always will be.
They’ve taken the cars off the Ferris wheel and started re-painting them so that they’ll look good when the buyers from the International Association for Amusement Parks come around. They’ve locked up the arcade booths …
Thursday, February 3
The night before I was to visit the Discalced Carmelite Monastery in Normal Heights, I called a friend, feeling anxious and full of misgivings. This story was not my idea, I complained, but the editor’s …