June 30, 1990. There was no way I could keep away. Didn’t try, didn’t think of it, wasn’t a consideration. I’m sitting center field, Oakland Coliseum on a searing summer afternoon with 72,000 sweaty, restless …
Thursday, August 30
Thursday, August 23
To Kit Goldman’s way of thinking, a new era has dawned for the Gaslamp Quarter Theatres, and all the rancor of the past three years is erased. She may be right. Then again, she may …
Maybe I should stick with Elvis, but there is something about the idea of sitting here as the sun goes down, drunk, listening to Elvis records that reminds me too much of a friend’s definition of clinical depression.
"The following pages will ... reveal a shocking conspiracy of silence and cover-up..." This subversive notion — extracted from a locally self-published book, The Truth about the Cause of AIDS — showed up recently downtown. …
Thursday, August 16
Dangerous woman Kali, tie Hindu goddess, las been grossly maligned by Hollywood. Consequently, tie mention of her name among polite company most often conjures distasteful fancies of turbaned murder cults, devil worship. Yet she is …
Foster, a Shawnee Indian originally from Oklahoma, has been delivering about 100 hot meals a day to homebound elderly people on the Pala, Pauma, La Jolla, Rincon, and San Pasqual Indian reservations.
Thursday, August 9
Stevens barked, “Put your hands up in the air.” Cripdown brought up his arms. “Step away from the vehicle.” Cripdown took two sideways steps away from the Cadillac. “Slowly turn in a circle.”
“Parkway Bowl is pretty cool. Good video games. The movies are old though. I saw Hunt for the Red October twice and Pretty Woman and Milo and Otis. Pretty Woman was kind of cool.”
Thursday, August 2
The year was 1982, and I was fortysomething. Another autumn and the cooling weather had turned the trees outside my office window pale yellow. The leaves trembled in a breeze fresh off the Pacific, blowing …