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Florence Chadwick wants to lose 50 pounds
Old Indians on VIejas Reservation, true libertarian on San Diego city council, before there was the Price Club or Costco, safer than Golden Hill, abortion story, Flatlanders – endurance running club
August 9, 1950, following first English Channel swim. Chadwick swam it four times setting records each time.
Florence Chadwick in and out of the water
- Many years earlier, on her return to San Diego from a trip abroad, Chadwick had been greeted by city officials with considerably more pomp - a jubilant ticker-tape parade down Broadway, a key to the city, numerous gifts, and the exalted status befitting her celebrity. At the age of thirty-one she had conquered the English Channel in world-record time, and had done so with such innocence and naïveté and spunk that instantly became famous and admired throughout the world.
- By Kathryn Phillips, June 17, 1982
Robert Carlon: “Other races can consume a shot of alcohol and get rid of it in forty to forty-five minutes. It takes the Indian two to three hours.”
The slow massacre
- Margaret Largo is making tortillas, which she puts aside to talk, and then, as the talking goes on, she returns to them again. She is a short woman with gray hair that curls around her ears, a direct gaze, and a smile that makes her face crinkle and her eyebrows pucker. She is fifty-nine, and remembers very clearly when the valley was greener. The two wells on the reservation are drying up, she explains in her quiet manner.
- By Amy Chu, June 10, 1982
Fred Schaubelt and new wife Jeanne. “He’s taken an extreme position in favor of capitalism and shifted the whole debate from the left to the center to the right.”
San Diego will never see another city councilman like Fred Schnaubelt
- When the assistant director of the city’s planning department invited Schnaubelt to explain his philosophy of government to that department’s bureaucrats, Schnaubelt accepted with gusto. This occurred November 18, just two and a half weeks before the end of Schnaubelt’s first and only term on the San Diego City Council. “I wish I had done this four years ago, but I think I was more scared of you back then,” Schnaubelt confided to the fifty or sixty men and women who crowded into the large meeting room on the second floor of city hall downtown.
- By Jeannette DeWyze, Jan. 7, 1982
Mandell Weiss says the ten or so investor/directors of the operation were convinced in the store’s early months that if they did a million dollars in sales the first year, they’d be doing well. ‘We wound up doing $4.5 million."
Sol Price and the FedMart story
- To those who know him, there is no great mystery to Sol Price. He is almost always described in the same terms — he’s down-to-earth, he’s brilliant and clearheaded, he’s honest, energetic, and outspoken. It comes as a surprise to some who think of him as a modest man that his latest merchandising bonanza, the Price Club, takes its name from his name. But that little hint of vanity — very little, considering the natural attraction of the double meaning — in the naming of this enterprise is accompanied by other little hints of the same trait: he’s rarely photographed.
- By Bob Dorn, April 1, 1982
The other house, a bungalow with crystal doorknobs, was on the powerline side of Thirty-second Street in a part of North Park that I have heard described as “South Sav-On.”
What on earth am I settling for
- “Goddamnit,” said Jane one evening about six months ago when I answered the door of our apartment in Golden Hill and found her on the stoop, Jeanne sliding out of her arms and a sack of groceries spilled at her feet. ‘‘Go down and get Julie, she’s screaming in the car. I can’t believe this. It takes half an hour to unload anything around here. I hate these stairs.”
- By Joe Applegate, Dec. 2, 1982
At first Kelly said that she felt fine. But Linda couldn’t help noticing how nervously Kelly would laugh as she told about the day she went in for the abortion, and that her left eye seemed to have developed a tic.
One man, one woman, no baby
- Kelly Anjon had called the San Diego Institute of Pathology in Solana Beach, and a woman there had told her the results of a test: she was pregnant. That was July 8, 1982, the same day Kelly had rented us a home in Cardiff. The home was our first together, Kelly was my girlfriend, and the pregnancy was a mistake.
- By David Steinman, Nov. 18, 1982
Tim Joe Key. His first day in San Diego he walked along the San Diego River jetty. Four boys pelted him with rocks.
San Diego's version of a Tarahumara runner
- They had all been drinking and a dark-haired guy who looked Italian to Tim Joe Key came into the Clairemont Bowl pool room with his gang from Linda Vista. “That guy ought to know this is Blue Jacket territory,” Key told his buddy John Bruckner, and purposely put his beer on the pool table’s edge and waited for the tension to build as he moved around to size his shots and finish the game.
- By David Steinman, Oct. 21, 1982
“Karla and I went to different homes looking for pilots. We finally found an American who said he’d fly out at first light and everyone kept saying it was impossible to do anything at night there."
Somewhere between death and the border
- Friday the thirteenth — Good Friday in April. 1979 — dawned hot and clear over Baja California, and was hotter still by late morning or noon, when Eddie Duenez and Mike Askey pulled into Punta Prieta to join an untidy knot of humanity waiting at the Pemex station for a tanker to come and replenish pumps already drained by the early wave of long-weekend travelers.
- By Bob Dorn, Sept. 16, 1982
Here's something you might be interested in.
Florence Chadwick wants to lose 50 pounds
Old Indians on VIejas Reservation, true libertarian on San Diego city council, before there was the Price Club or Costco, safer than Golden Hill, abortion story, Flatlanders – endurance running club
Florence Chadwick wants to lose 50 pounds
Old Indians on VIejas Reservation, true libertarian on San Diego city council, before there was the Price Club or Costco, safer than Golden Hill, abortion story, Flatlanders – endurance running club
August 9, 1950, following first English Channel swim. Chadwick swam it four times setting records each time.
Florence Chadwick in and out of the water
- Many years earlier, on her return to San Diego from a trip abroad, Chadwick had been greeted by city officials with considerably more pomp - a jubilant ticker-tape parade down Broadway, a key to the city, numerous gifts, and the exalted status befitting her celebrity. At the age of thirty-one she had conquered the English Channel in world-record time, and had done so with such innocence and naïveté and spunk that instantly became famous and admired throughout the world.
- By Kathryn Phillips, June 17, 1982
Robert Carlon: “Other races can consume a shot of alcohol and get rid of it in forty to forty-five minutes. It takes the Indian two to three hours.”
The slow massacre
- Margaret Largo is making tortillas, which she puts aside to talk, and then, as the talking goes on, she returns to them again. She is a short woman with gray hair that curls around her ears, a direct gaze, and a smile that makes her face crinkle and her eyebrows pucker. She is fifty-nine, and remembers very clearly when the valley was greener. The two wells on the reservation are drying up, she explains in her quiet manner.
- By Amy Chu, June 10, 1982
Fred Schaubelt and new wife Jeanne. “He’s taken an extreme position in favor of capitalism and shifted the whole debate from the left to the center to the right.”
San Diego will never see another city councilman like Fred Schnaubelt
- When the assistant director of the city’s planning department invited Schnaubelt to explain his philosophy of government to that department’s bureaucrats, Schnaubelt accepted with gusto. This occurred November 18, just two and a half weeks before the end of Schnaubelt’s first and only term on the San Diego City Council. “I wish I had done this four years ago, but I think I was more scared of you back then,” Schnaubelt confided to the fifty or sixty men and women who crowded into the large meeting room on the second floor of city hall downtown.
- By Jeannette DeWyze, Jan. 7, 1982
Mandell Weiss says the ten or so investor/directors of the operation were convinced in the store’s early months that if they did a million dollars in sales the first year, they’d be doing well. ‘We wound up doing $4.5 million."
Sol Price and the FedMart story
- To those who know him, there is no great mystery to Sol Price. He is almost always described in the same terms — he’s down-to-earth, he’s brilliant and clearheaded, he’s honest, energetic, and outspoken. It comes as a surprise to some who think of him as a modest man that his latest merchandising bonanza, the Price Club, takes its name from his name. But that little hint of vanity — very little, considering the natural attraction of the double meaning — in the naming of this enterprise is accompanied by other little hints of the same trait: he’s rarely photographed.
- By Bob Dorn, April 1, 1982
The other house, a bungalow with crystal doorknobs, was on the powerline side of Thirty-second Street in a part of North Park that I have heard described as “South Sav-On.”
What on earth am I settling for
- “Goddamnit,” said Jane one evening about six months ago when I answered the door of our apartment in Golden Hill and found her on the stoop, Jeanne sliding out of her arms and a sack of groceries spilled at her feet. ‘‘Go down and get Julie, she’s screaming in the car. I can’t believe this. It takes half an hour to unload anything around here. I hate these stairs.”
- By Joe Applegate, Dec. 2, 1982
At first Kelly said that she felt fine. But Linda couldn’t help noticing how nervously Kelly would laugh as she told about the day she went in for the abortion, and that her left eye seemed to have developed a tic.
One man, one woman, no baby
- Kelly Anjon had called the San Diego Institute of Pathology in Solana Beach, and a woman there had told her the results of a test: she was pregnant. That was July 8, 1982, the same day Kelly had rented us a home in Cardiff. The home was our first together, Kelly was my girlfriend, and the pregnancy was a mistake.
- By David Steinman, Nov. 18, 1982
Tim Joe Key. His first day in San Diego he walked along the San Diego River jetty. Four boys pelted him with rocks.
San Diego's version of a Tarahumara runner
- They had all been drinking and a dark-haired guy who looked Italian to Tim Joe Key came into the Clairemont Bowl pool room with his gang from Linda Vista. “That guy ought to know this is Blue Jacket territory,” Key told his buddy John Bruckner, and purposely put his beer on the pool table’s edge and waited for the tension to build as he moved around to size his shots and finish the game.
- By David Steinman, Oct. 21, 1982
“Karla and I went to different homes looking for pilots. We finally found an American who said he’d fly out at first light and everyone kept saying it was impossible to do anything at night there."
Somewhere between death and the border
- Friday the thirteenth — Good Friday in April. 1979 — dawned hot and clear over Baja California, and was hotter still by late morning or noon, when Eddie Duenez and Mike Askey pulled into Punta Prieta to join an untidy knot of humanity waiting at the Pemex station for a tanker to come and replenish pumps already drained by the early wave of long-weekend travelers.
- By Bob Dorn, Sept. 16, 1982