Rancho Santa Fe proposed an alternative plan, which called for preserving Del Dios as a two-lane road and, instead, extending and expanding San Dieguito Road (Route 728) such that it bisects Fairbanks Ranch, joins with a proposed Route 680 (which is slated to run north-south on the east side of Fairbanks), and finally hooks up with Del Dios Highway east of Rancho Santa Fe. The proposal also called for San Dieguito Road to be widened to four lanes.
By Lauren Simone Ostrow, Aug 18, 1988 | Read full article
Surfing was the only sport that was ever really taken seriously. All the spots -Swami’s, Boneyard, ‘D’ Street, Beacons—were within walking distance, and the matters of swell size, swell direction, surface conditions, and bottom qualities were discussed enthusiastically wherever two or more people met. Early morning surf sessions were eagerly planned with visions of ‘D’ Street cracking at sunrise with only three or at most four guys in the water.
By Steve Sorensen, Dec. 9, 1976 | Read full article
Big old Sam, 300 pounds, was on his way to Soule’s Market for his daily six-packs of tall-boy Busch Bavarians. Sam had the patience to talk to kids like Dick Goodman when their dads didn’t have time about those Triple-A, Pacific Coast League Padres. For years, he sat in front of and guarded the Little Bavaria, kept an eye over the neighborhood. He cared about the Terrace, did what he could for the place.
By Bonnie ZoBell, Feb. 27, 1997 | Read full article
Lottery contestants near the blue-clothed table study a site map, maintained by a Shea representative. It shows available remaining lots. When a suburban Marla Maples leans over the map, she grimaces. “They sold it! The one I wanted” Behind her, a husky woman stares trance-like at a still-available lot. “My husband’s out of town and I don’t know if he’s gonna want that.” No one responds. She adds quietly, “But I don’t want to lose my place.”
By Susan Vaughn, Jan 21, 1999 | Read full article
I waded through the ankle-deep water toward Saint Malo. Waves tumbled against the shore, the wind was merciless, but I held my Lancome bag high and waded on. I pretended it was the Tricolor, and I was storming the Bastille. As I neared Saint Malo’s steep, eroded beach, the tide rose higher. I gazed up at one of the Saint Malo beachside estates and saw the figure of a woman at a window, gazing down at me without expression.
By Susan Vaughn, April 1, 1999 | Read full article
“There is a church-state separation issue with the UC system. At UCLA it is right across the street in a residential neighborhood. At UC Santa Barbara it is in Isla Vista, in a residential neighborhood. In Berkeley it is right across the street from campus. There were a couple of [vacant] properties that the university owned that we inquired about. But they were adamant that all the property they had which adjoins the university was slotted for development.”
By Ernie Grimm, Sept 12, 2002 | Read full article
“We flooded Peters's office with e-mail, with letters and phone calls.
Then they had the big June meeting up at La Jolla Country Day.” By Wirsing's estimation, nearly 1000 people packed the June 2002 meeting at La Jolla Country Day school's theater. "We probably had them beat 60/40," he says. Peters was in attendance, and after three hours of presentations and counterpresentations, he announced that he would not proceed with the project until it had been studied further.
By Ernie Grimm, May 1, 2003 | Read full article
"My theory is that Seal Rock is eroding at a rapid rate and probably has lowered so much in the last few years that it is not a suitable place for harbor seals to haul out the way it was, say, in the '50s and '60s, when they were using it and not using Children's Pool beach…. Today, Seal Rock is absolutely an impossible place for a mother seal to keep her baby."
By Joe Deegan, Nov 26, 2003 | Read full article