Encinitas man gets State prison for spitting on officer
Eva Knott 10:44 a.m., May 18
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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 ...
His Little Brother of France
The holiday cards started coming in around this time last month. I'd gone through dad's directory and contacted as many ...
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 ...
Younger Than Yesterday
Being born in the mid-‘50s, my schoolmates and I were just old enough to look on in wonder at the ...
