In March of 1981, my small family and I moved into the house before which I now stand. We paid $60,000.
Udo rode from Encinitas to Pendleton, just 14 miles from home. At his pace, that was just a 45-minute ride. He entered the base at the southernmost entrance, Cristianitos Road.
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German cyclist killed at Camp Pendleton by North County Transit bus
Udo and his new cyclist companions were riding on a shoulderless stretch of a two-lane road, between two low-lying heavy guardrails. Signs indicated the bike route, set the maximum speed at 45 mph, and reminded cyclists to ride single file.
By Maryann Castronovo, Nov. 12, 2014 | Read full article
What a house means.
As I approach my former address at the edge of Mission Hills, right where that neighborhood turns into Hillcrest, I am approaching a time machine as surely as if I were walking toward and lifting my hand to knock at the address of H.G. Wells’s Victorian scientist in the famous story from 1895.
By John Brizzolara, Jan. 28, 2009 | Read full article
From a public safety standpoint, it truly doesn’t matter whether you believe Eddy was an innocent victim or a guilty one.
Across the border kidnapping
At 3:39 a.m. on January 7, 2007, Columbia Street was almost deserted. Little Italy had been plagued with car burglaries — “You couldn’t drive too many of the streets down there without seeing broken glass in the morning,” said San Diego police officer Joel Schmid, so Schmid parked his patrol car and approached on foot when he noticed a pearl white Escalade stopped in the driveway of a condominium.
By Laura McNeal, April 7, 2010 | Read full article
"I had my daughter who was 11 years old with me and the American government took her away from me. Yes, I was on the street, but I was home-schooling my daughter."
Kazakhstan national can’t get her daughter back
Yes, I was on the street, but I was home-schooling my daughter.
By John Brizzolara, July 26, 2013 | Read full article
Living in the in-between
I grew up in a village in Vietnam called Lam Son, a small backwater south of Saigon (if you’re speaking to a Vietnamese-American, don’t even think about calling it Ho Chi Minh City. Because communism. Because, sore losers.)
By Tam Hoang, March 11, 2015 | Read full article
Plus the day Howard Hughes tried to hire J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Sinatra got FBI help ransoming his son.
How two Texas oilmen ran Del Mar and national politicians from a La Jolla hotel.
Two of America’s richest and most powerful oil barons took a small La Jolla hotel called Del Charro and turned it into an unlikely base for their political and financial schemes.
By Matt Potter, Jan. 5, 2011 | Read full article