Content for Thursday, September 16, 1993

News & Stories

The Ring Is an Altar on Which Man Wins

Glorious Boxing in TIjuana

The crowd’s roar sent my blood pressure pounding when, seated at ringside in the press section, I saw a giant green sombrero floating down the aisle, in the center of a group of moving heads. ...

Where the Surf Was Roughest

A Wayward Daughter Remembers Summers in La Jolla

The first time I went to La Jolla was the summer of 1957. I was 15. Mama had remarried that spring to a man we all thought was beneath her. My brother Jimmy had left ...