Vincent Farnsworth 9:30 a.m., Feb. 26
Stories for November 1994
Thursday, November 24
Thursday, November 17
How easy is it to buy a Green Card?
Even when he had more with him than just the pair of blue-and-white shorts he wore when the border patrolman and five classified-duty Marines found him, he wouldn’t have had an ID. Crossing, you’re anonymous. ...
Meth, bikers, drunk drivers, white trash
Guy Castiglione, 42, a Lakeside resident, was president of the San Diego chapter of the Hell’s Angels. He was arrested May 13, 1989, with two pounds of crystal at the Border Patrol checkpoint near Temecula on Interstate 15.
Thursday, November 10
A Literary Peeping Tom At UCSD
Among Schuyler’s papers at UCSD, I happened upon a file marked “Eileen Myles.” The folder consisted mostly of postcards and hand-written notes attached to manuscripts she’d given Schuyler to read. Finally I spied a two-page letter.
What potlucks told about our Episcopal church
“Oh, my gosh, look at all this food!” And, “I always look forward to Mrs. Cummer’s lovely pea-and-baby-onion salad!” and “I can’t help but want more than my share of Mrs. Gibbons’ cheddar biscuits!”
Thursday, November 3
Evolution debate continues in Santee
Ken Cumming, dean of ICR’s graduate school, said he didn’t like me hanging around the offices trying to “pump” faculty and staff members for information since I was the “enemy.”
The word was, he'd abandoned his family for a cocktail waitress.
Norman Mailer would eat lunch there and Germaine Greer, Zero Mostel, and Lauren Bacall. We began to feel like stars ourselves, as if we were actors in some romantic, intellectual art film.
Who John Moores is
Moores started his own company, BMC Software, in the Houston suburb of Sugar Land in 1980, with a $1000 investment. He had to cover some company costs with his personal credit card.
How San Diego found its way into The Mortician's Apprentice
I grew up on the east edge of Rolando Village. Rolando was, and is, a fine neighborhood of middle-class houses and lawns; but our street, Judson Way, was an unpaved road that went through a shallow arroyo.