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On the Boardwalk

American Airlines began direct service from San Diego to Miami in June, and I took advantage of it at the ...

The Brainless Summer

By the beginning of June, classes were over at the two colleges where I teach part time; one was actually ...

Nothing Really Big Ever Happened Here

As a graduate student in linguistics at SDSU in the spring of 1982, the guest speaker at our spring colloquium ...

Pine Cone Hand Grenades

Our condominium complex on University Avenue truly looked like hell a year ago. It was never the most upscale of ...

Valentine's Day? Bah! Humbug!

Just noticed from an online photo that you can still get those little heart-shaped candies with the lame messages on ...

Superior, and the Magic Triangle

More out of habit than anything else, I set out each year a few days after Christmas for a week ...

Christmas of '87

The Ghost of Christmas Past drags a broken chain and carries a spotty record in my lifetime of memories. Mom ...

Auld Acquaintance

Like just about anyone active in the San Diego workforce at midcentury, my mom worked for a time at Convair. ...

The Cuban Crisis

It wasn't until some years later that the name for this experience my childhood pals and I lived through would ...

Happenings Four Decades Time Ago

The German language is often almost cute in its simple logic. Decade is Jahrzehn or "year-ten" and century is "year-hundred." ...

The Cookie Jar

There exists only one psychological/semantic image in my mind for a cookie jar. I'm not even sure what any other ...

Mustard Flowers and Licorice Plants

They aren't exactly Incense and Peppermints. They're the smell of wetlands, circa San Diego County, and they evoke a strong ...

Davy Jones

On the last day of last month, on the other side of the continent from our San Diego, not far ...

The Kid Who Cried

For the past fourteen years, I've complained about the commute from the SDSU area to the community college in North ...

Only in the '70s Were the '60s Uncool

Every October I go to a regional conference where, usually just that one time a year, I see people I ...

Toot a Hollow Horn

Hear in your head the sweet, mournful ending to just about any romantic song; Los Lobos' interpretation of "Goodnight My ...

Dad

The house sits quietly, looking like it always did. Occasionally the wind chime in the backyard sounds. I go there ...

Alone in the Wide Wide World

My dad passed on last Tuesday, June 21st, following mom by a month short of five years. He was 90 ...

The Rain Dance

It was called Easter Vacation in those days. Though I can't recall the year, I know it was one of ...

At The Fair

There's nothing special about street fairs, really. I've been to neighborhood festivals and such in different countries, and they're all--on ...

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