Edna St. Vincent Millay 9 p.m., Dec. 24
Unforgettable: Long Ago San Diego
The quivering mound of crimson-streaked grime would be the prisoner.
Attempted reconstruction of the scene of a double murder on Otay Mesa in the 1890s. They blamed the Indian, José Rafael.
Double murder up on Otay Mesa, 1892. An old Indian laborer is blamed.
Sunday, October 16, 1892Thomas Smallcomb got the news around 11:00 p.m. Trouble up at the Geyser’s. A double murder. The deputy constable flicked the reins and steered his two-horse buckboard east on Otay Valley Road. ...
Tuna clipper becomes troop transporter
YP-346 Goes to WarVincent Battaglia, machinist mate of Yard Patrol boat 346, never wore dog-tags in the engine room. No one did. Tropical heat made them so white hot they’d brand you. But on the ...
The edge of a minefield is no place to procrastinate.
A recounting of the WII experiences of YP-346, a San Diego tuna boat known as the the Prospect before it was conscripted into the South Pacific war effort.
In the crosshairs of history, part threeYP-289 goes to war Hurry up and wait. San Diego’s tuna clippers conscripted for World War II saw far more downtime than action. Like the much larger Liberty ships ...
Adventures of San Diego tuna boats in WWII’s Pacific theater.
Tuna fishermen in San Diego were recruited along with their boats to function as supply vessels and mine-sweepers.
Sun Beauty crew members were saved after using an asparagus can to signal they needed rescuing.
Tuna for days
Every sport or occupation has a dream scenario: score the winning goal; close the impossible sale. For old-time tuna “bait boats,” it was the Big Catch, a mammoth haul with bamboo poles and lines. In ...
The tuna spotters sought jumpers, foamers, and boilers on the water’s surface, an indication of schools below and potential future profits.
Navy salts are clock-punchers compared to the tuna men.
Presidio Hill, the “Plymouth Rock of the West” is also the “cradle of golf in San Diego.”
At midnight, Rufus Porter heard footsteps on the porch, then a knock on his bedroom door. Frightened faces told all.
Letters from Tetsuzo “Tets” Hirasaki, an interned Japanese-American at Poston, Arizona, during WWII.