Greg Garver has the look of a man who knows his way around dual carbs. More precisely, with a rounded mustache and goatee on his boyish face, he looks like rock star Bob Seger, which …

“When I first came to Encinitas, in 1975, every street in Encinitas had its own greenhouse. And every greenhouse had a family with its own story — the Andersons, the Weidners, the Eckes. And every greenhouse had its own clientele."

Immediately I had a strong sense of my father's love for that gun; when he handed it over to me, I knew it wasn’t without some regrets. “It’s yours, under one condition. Don’t you ever sell it.”

Up to this point I have got on with officers. I've occasionally enjoyed officers. I’ve even I guess learned from officers; but no, I have not fully, openly conversed with one. Jawed with no self-edit. Shot the actual shit.

Barracks, Jack: double tiers of extremely made beds. Everything's so beyond-life antiseptic you could eat off — well I wouldn't eat off the floor, but I’d feel pretty safe having open heart surgery on it.

"Sports writers have tremendous penis envy" says San Diego Padres catcher Terry Kennedy. “They're envious of our position, and they’re envious of our salaries. Every time they write about us, they rip us.” Kennedy, though …