It was almost enough to squelch the story on the spot; sitting here in the livingroom of one of San Diego’s most powerful society matrons, facing an elegant uplifted eyebrow and a gaze that would …
Thursday, June 30
The music of the 20th Century constitutes one of the richest periods in musical history. For variety of expressive means, for inventiveness, for ingenuity in the handling of old forms and the discovery of new …
Thursday, June 23
“I like downtown. I been a bachelor all my life, and if I lived up in Hillcrest or in El Cajon and got myself in one of those apartment houses, I’d be setting up there all by myself.”
Thursday, June 16
The floor changes to tan hardwood and the pool tables begin, five of them, 30 years old or better, owned outright by Mrs. Yamada. She charges 15 cents a game and hasn’t raised the price since 1967.
With two private recreational parks sprawling over the landscape, few San Diegans see much of the far northwest corner of Mission Bay. Just west of the Grand Avenue exit in Pacific Beach stretches De Anza …
Thursday, June 9
“What did you say about a front door?” Once again, in a thick, southern Tennessee drawl, the middle-aged, balding salesman in coat and tie repeated, “He’s got ’er front door. Ya dunno CB talk?”
Thursday, June 2
Bruce Harrison (the resident) once presented to Dr. Caton a heroin addict who had seen a friend shoot the addict’s wife to death in an argument over a color television. The addict, promised revenge on the killer.
The television crisis of the 50s put an effective brake to theater construction. Not a single new indoor house was built in San Diego during the entire decade (nine were closed). Drive-ins, though, continued to flourish.