Fifteen years are a lot — particularly in Southern California, where already you are apt to see businesses hanging out signs to boast of having been established in 1982 or a tradition since 1977. There are far too many for a weekly newspaper of that age (upwards of 750 issues) to hope to distill into two issues' worth of "highlights." Everyone, whether inside the paper or outside, will have different reasons for believing that justice has failed to be done. The writer who considers his forte to be his grasp of structure or tightness of logic will feel slighted by the brief snippet; the local actress who remembers her rave review as the paper's journalistic apex will be ripe for disappointment, too. Justice is not and could never have been the idea. Reflection is. So, think of the sampling in this issue and next week's as a prod to the memory, an invitation to join in the toast or to propose your own.
Now — and by all means in the future — read on.
The pigeons in Horton Plaza — now there's an issue the city council could agree on.
Oh, a few old ladies will always be scattering birdseed, but most of our voters realize that pigeons just don't belong here. They simply aren't San Diego. Did you ever see one on the beach, for instance. or in a suburban shopping center? Those bright pink feet, that officious waddle — preposterous!
A pigeon is a big-city, back-alleyway bird. Living on handouts. Not even a pretty song. A messy nuisance. Let's clean up Horton Plaza!
While we're at it, let's take a look at the human inhabitants - they're as bad as the pigeons, cluttering the area south of Broadway with their card rooms, two-buck hotels, porno bookstores. Let's clean them out and make the area "harmonize" with beautiful downtown San Diego.
— Nancy Banks, October 5 | Read full article
DEAR FRANKIE: Please come home. We'll raise your allowance and let you play your drums. Marlyn can stay with you on weekends too. Mom and Dad.
ON THE BEACH. I mean ON the beach. Two bedroom, 2 bath. All utilities paid. Kitchen equipped, all you need is sheets and towels. $255.
FREAK FAMILY wishes to "adopt" one well-balanced child, 2 years old, any 8 hours between 12 noon and 11 p.m. as a "partner" for our child.
Who is the guy who reviews the movies? Doesn't he like anything he sees?
The Reader's film page is the best thing that ever happened to San Diego filmgoers, but life is too short to take your reviewer seriously. He hates everything!
Ricter Stepheson, La Jolla
It was back in 1970 at the mostly long-haired White Whale in La Jolla when I got my first peace handshake. My thumb caught him on the palm and he squeezed the tips of my fingers. Our faces both flushed. A quick readjustment to the conventional shake. "Kevin. this is John Cantwell. He's the head of Concerned Officers."
I had heard a few things a antiwar G.l.s but mostly that were trying to gel out of the because they had orders to Vietnam. Highly suspect. I'd graduated from college in 1968 what I thought was the height antiwar feeling. We students Vi right under the thumb of the draft. Lots of antiwar demonstrations my senior year But even two years later, there was Kent State. Students again. An undergraduate up at UCSD burned himself to death on Revelle Plaza that spring. Late, 1970 and in 1971, however, wit! the advent of the lottery system and the general drop in draft calls, the peace movement in San Diego began to shift, away from the college campuses and toward the military bases.
— Kevin Mallory, November 9 | Read full article
For my birthday last week, one of my friends told me he would take me to dinner anywhere in San Diego — with two stipulations. It had to be a place I had never been and it had to be extravagant. The decision was simple. The Fontainbleu at the Westgate Plaza Hotel. The Westgate Plaza may be only a block away from Horton Plaza, but it's classes apart, so far apart, in fact, that last year Esquire named it one of the three best hotels in the entire world for its extraordinary elegance and luxury. The lobby is modeled on an anteroom in the palace at Versailles, the paintings are attributed to Velasquez. and the furniture is authentic period from Europe. We have, in other words. in downtown San Diego a living museum which, although open now two years, few still know about. One warning. Make sure you wear shoes. The other afternoon I was wearing long pants, and the doorman, evidently taking me for riffraff, stopped me to make sure my pants didn't conceal bare feet.
Take the wide and curving stairs up to the dining room on the second floor. It doesn't matter if you can't afford to eat here - who can? - because it's a pleasure just to look at the dining room: the supreme rectitude of Louis XV and XVI in ice-blues and blue-grays is upset only by the, yes, red plastic of the carnations at each table.
— Kathleen Woodward, October 26 | Read full article
Lounging around in the lounge at the Seal Team One's headquarter on the Strand in Coronado, two Seal officers wanted desperately to remember the good old days. "There was this warrant officer — what was his name? — he bought a used car and drove it off the Coronado ferry just for kicks," Lieutenant Rockne offered.
"Yeah, and there was Gerry. Remember when he went to that girl's party in Mission Beach and bit off the head of one of her pet kittens? Oh, but be didn't eat it. He just spit it out on the floor," Lt. Kincaid one-upped his friend.