In the spring of 1986, BLM estimated there were forty horses living in the northern portion of Anza-Borrego, in the three tributary canyons of Coyote Creek: Horse Canyon, Nance Canyon, and Tule Canyon.
  • In the spring of 1986, BLM estimated there were forty horses living in the northern portion of Anza-Borrego, in the three tributary canyons of Coyote Creek: Horse Canyon, Nance Canyon, and Tule Canyon.
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  • Was James Gibson tortured by Mexican police?

  • When two Mexican police officers and two FBI agents showed up at his beachfront Playas de Tijuana apartment on October 17, James Gibson had reason to suspect that his attempt to start a new life south of the border had been foiled. This became all the more clear to him as he was pushed into the back seat of a car and, with an FBI agent seated on either side of him, driven to the headquarters of the State Judicial Police in Tijuana.
  • By Stephen Meyer, Dec. 4, 1986

Gibson's apartment on Paseo Costero, Playas de Tijuana

Gibson's apartment on Paseo Costero, Playas de Tijuana

  • The wild horses of Coyote Creek

  • The first time I met Vern Whitaker, two years ago, he was celebrating his seventy-third birthday in the back of a camper parked beside a horse corral in the Anza-Borrego Desert. The camper looked about what you’d expect the home of a seventy-three-year-old bachelor cowboy to look like. There was a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, a pot of coffee strong enough to float a horseshoe boiled on the stove.....
  • By Steve Sorensen, Nov. 20, 1986
  • The Butcher Shop — Las Vegas glitz and mafia aura

  • Roberto DePhilippis, the owner of the Butcher Shop Steak House, got very angry one night last spring. In fact he had been seething since November of 1985, when his landlord, the Plaza International Hotel in Mission Valley, sent him an eviction notice.
  • By Stephen Meyer, Nov. 13, 1986

At midnight on Friday, April 25, 1986, DePhilippis and about thirty employees, family members, and patrons of the Butcher Shop annihilated the restaurant.

At midnight on Friday, April 25, 1986, DePhilippis and about thirty employees, family members, and patrons of the Butcher Shop annihilated the restaurant.

  • Snakebite!

  • If you had to pick a group of people to pit against a large, deadly rattlesnake, the men and women who drove south into the Baja wilderness last June would have been a good choice. There were nine of them, every one the most solid of citizens: a retired metallurgist, a college professor, several housewives, a small businessman, a librarian, a truck driver, a school food service director.
  • By Jeannette DeWyze, Nov. 6, 1986

La Grulla Meadow

La Grulla Meadow

  • Mystery of the Gypsy Song

  • It's the fourth of July at 6:30 a.m., and we’re driving down to Puerto Madero. the southernmost port on Mexico’s Pacific Coast. Ken Franke, a retired Coast Guard captain and now a marine surveyor from San Diego, is at the wheel of a red Nissan he rented in Guatemala City. His mission is to find out what happened to the Gypsy Song, a sixty-five-foot ketch-rigged sailboat that left the port of San Jose, Guatemala, about 130 miles south of here, on January 2, 1985, bound for Acapulco and ultimately San Diego.
  • By Stephen Meyer, Aug. 21, 1986

Ken Franke with port guards, Puerto Madero

Ken Franke with port guards, Puerto Madero

Sitting on her towel on Pacific Beach, Karen sang a snatch from the Beach Boys’ “California Girls” and gazed out across the water. “We’re just trying to have some fun before we grow up and have to go to work every day.”

Sitting on her towel on Pacific Beach, Karen sang a snatch from the Beach Boys’ “California Girls” and gazed out across the water. “We’re just trying to have some fun before we grow up and have to go to work every day.”

  • The girls of summer

  • Right after the Fourth of July, a series of perfect days unrolled across San Diego County beaches. Sun sizzled away the coastal low clouds by no later than eleven, and girls from local high schools began spending entire blue days at Pacific Beach and La Jolla Shores.
  • By Judith Moore, Aug. 28, 1986
  • Richard Meltzer's Navy

  • Okay. I spent five-six days with the U.S. Navy. It didn't kill me. As “mixed" an encounter as any I've had as a writer, some parts were wretched, ghastly, distressing; others, ethereal, effervescent, exhilarating. Mostly it surprised me at every turn.
  • By Richard Meltzer, July 10, 1986

We hop in her bright yellow Datsun Z, head out for 32nd Street Station, only to be stopped cold at the gate 'cause she hasn’t prearranged my pass. Since Libya this is the one base (lots of ships berthed here) where civilians are treated as potential saboteurs. “C’mon!! — he's got an i.d.”

We hop in her bright yellow Datsun Z, head out for 32nd Street Station, only to be stopped cold at the gate 'cause she hasn’t prearranged my pass. Since Libya this is the one base (lots of ships berthed here) where civilians are treated as potential saboteurs. “C’mon!! — he's got an i.d.”

  • Escape!

  • I can still recall the date, May 19, 1977, because that was Ho Chi Minh’s birthday. The entire camp was taken out to the fields to clear away the elephant grass — to “compete with each other for Uncle Ho’s birthday.” The grass grew head-tall alongside the main road.
  • By Duong Phuc with Vu Thanh Thuy and Neal Matthews, May 15, 1986

I had participated as part of the first delegation from the South to receive prisoners of war at the Hanoi Hilton in 1973. We wrote a popular book, One Day in Hanoi, about our treatment in the North.

I had participated as part of the first delegation from the South to receive prisoners of war at the Hanoi Hilton in 1973. We wrote a popular book, One Day in Hanoi, about our treatment in the North.

  • Bury my bait at Bombay Beach

  • Driving north on Highway 111, up the east side of the Imperial Valley, it’s hard to tell if the first glimpse of the Salton Sea is real or just a desert mirage. There is nothing in the empty landscape to give an impression of size or distance — only a silver, shimmering mist against a backdrop of hazy blue mountains.
  • By Steve Sorensen, May 1, 1986

“We don’t want to kill the fish in the sea, but there’s a three-quarters-of-a-billion-dollar agriculture industry in the Imperial Valley which you can’t just shut down."

“We don’t want to kill the fish in the sea, but there’s a three-quarters-of-a-billion-dollar agriculture industry in the Imperial Valley which you can’t just shut down."

  • Day in the life of a PSA pilot

  • In the dark hour before dawn one recent Tuesday morning, Jim Owens was thinking about the fog. Stars shone clearly overhead here in San Diego, obscured only by a ragtag army of cloud fragments scurrying eastward, remnants of a storm that had drenched the county the previous day. But Owens was heading for the airport and PSA's flight number 471 to Oakland.
  • By Jeannette DeWyze, Jan. 9, 1986

Masley and Owens. Masley:  “I once flew with this guy for a month straight, and he blocked out so much of the sun I lost my tan.”

Masley and Owens. Masley: “I once flew with this guy for a month straight, and he blocked out so much of the sun I lost my tan.”

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