Mike Madriaga 1:31 p.m., Sept. 27
Stories for May 1985
Thursday, May 30
Eleven o’clock. Dark. Quiet. Mr. Coffee set for morning. Neighborhood lawn sprinklers turned off. Dogs inside. Air dry and barkless, only crickets. Down to bare feet, worn-out jeans. Not awake enough to read, not wound ...
Thursday, May 23
Thursday, May 16
Who needs poker parlors? A bunch of elderly gents up at the Ace'e Duce'e, that's who.
"We thought it was the bingo parlors out on the Indian reservations cutting into our business. For a while they were getting 1500 people a night out there. Now I’ve heard their business is way ofF.”
Thursday, May 9
You say you've got a good mind, top grades and top scores, and the desire to help people? Don't be surprised if UCSD School of Medicine turns you down.
"The pre-med nerd sits in the front row in his classes and asks questions all the time to display his knowledge;' explains Hu. "Usually he already knows the answer. He takes furious notes and carries a tape recorder."
Fishing the coastal cnayons for fun and philosophy
You come full circle, making of fly-fishing what nothing else in your life can ever quite offer. Beyond the intangibles of sport, which are no small part of human psychology, fly-fishing affords one the pleasure of learning.