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Thirty Years Ago "Logan Heights is divided up into territories. Shelltown, which stretches from 43rd and Highland to Wabash and National and from Division to Imperial. After that comes Logan and that goes from the stoplights at Wabash all the way up to 25th and Imperial, and from Main Street to Ocean View. There's Sherman, from 25th and Imperial up to Broadway. Then there's OTNC, which is the old part of National City, down by 13th Street. That's Gato territory. They were supposed to be the meanest dudes." -- "LOST IN LOGAN HEIGHTS," Steve Esmedina, March 11, 1976

Twenty-Five Years Ago He was released on a Saturday morning with money to take the seven o'clock Greyhound to San Diego. Passing through Oceanside, he met a "hippie dude" who sold him a pipe and some marijuana. He was high when he arrived at the bus depot, high when he walked to Horton Plaza, high when he took the Number 3 bus to Ocean View Boulevard. He said he spent the next few days around the house, lifting weights and watching TV. He pleased his mother by doing the dishes once or twice.

One night, with money he'd gotten for Christmas, Stanley bought pot at Memorial Park and had somebody buy him some Mad Dog (Mogen David) wine at a liquor store. When he blazed home that night, his mother said the Man was going to send him right back to YA. -- "A YOUNG MAN, A TROUBLED LIFE," Joe Applegate, March 12, 1981

Twenty Years Ago In the 1870s, several grizzlies weighing at least a thousand pounds were killed in the upper San Luis Rey Valley, and as late as 1877 a 1500-pound grizzly was killed near Fallbrook. In return, the grizzlies took a few men as well. Vital Clayton Reche, a resident of Temecula in the late 1800s, said in a 1937 interview that he knew of six men killed by grizzlies in one ten-year period. -- "BRING BACK THE GRIZZLY," Steve Sorensen, March 13, 1986

Fifteen Years Ago A year ago I bought a CD player for the same reason I'm about to spend a half-year's rent on a word processor: because it's compulsory. Technology as mass extortion: pay or be removed from the cultural map. In two shakes of a gnat's ass they won't be MAKING RECORDS anymore, not the majors, not even the minors. -- "A TALE OF TWO CDs," Richard Meltzer, March 14, 1991

Ten Years Ago The perception of boarding as being "alternative" is growing falser as the business of snowboarding takes off. And the same is true of punk rock. Skateboarding, from which boarding takes its self-image, is punk because it is truly DIY: you can buy a board (for under $100) and ride it. Snowboarding highlights the difference between '77 punk rock and nouveau punk of Epitaph bands like Bad Religion and Pennywise. Punk rock used to be made by unhealthy, pale-skinned anti-jock types expressly for people like themselves. Now it's the province of beefy, healthy, jock-types -- the same people who ruined punk rock when they invaded mosh pits. -- "MOSH SLOPES," Gina Arnold, March 7, 1996

Five Years Ago Dole Foods aside, Roy Yamaguchi is the Big Kahuna of Hawaiian cooking. He was one of a few pioneers -- along with Sam Choy and Peter Merriman -- to envision Island cooking as a potentially first-class cuisine. Before these chefs, visitors to Hawaii rarely tasted "local foods." Sure, they flocked to the ersatz weekend luaus staged at resorts. Mostly, though, haoles consumed fancy Frenchy dinners in their hotel dining rooms, gobbling jet-lagged Maine lobsters while spurning the fabulous fresh local fish encumbered by strange names like opaka-paka, shutome, or ono. When Yamaguchi opened Roy's Restaurant in Honolulu in 1988, all that started to change. -- RESTAURANTS: "THE KING OF HAWAII," Naomi Wise, March 8, 2001

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