Photo by Sandy Huffaker, Jr.

Tony Martinez, Pat Buchanan. "He knows Mexican cooking and I know American,” says Pat.

• We've got to roll, brother

• From this distance it is impossible to see what companies the trucks belong to. At least one is surely from Moody’s, the oldest and largest company, with nearly a quarter of the 215 or so routes in San Diego County. And one might be from a mid-sized company like Fiesta, with 14 routes, but Fiesta tends to work the office complexes and small industries to the north. (July 29, 1999)

Michelle makes appreciative noises after Tom Lux reads. Be quiet, I want to tell her, he’s not paying you.

Photo by Sandy Huffaker, Jr.

• The world you have and the world you want

• "A lot of the girls have plastic surgery," she tells me, "but I'm completely natural." She lightly holds my arm as we walk up Girard Avenue in La Jolla to D.G. Wills book shop, where shortly I will be giving a poetry reading with the poet Thomas Lux. The beautiful woman is my date. (Aug. 6, 1998)

Ken and Jean Nikodym don’t do much detecting in winter unless there’s a good storm, but they like to go where there are big hotels.

Photo by Sandy Huffaker, Jr.

• San Diego's intrepid metal finders

• The faint sound through the earphones is like the buzz of a mosquito on the other side of the room when you're trying to sleep. It nags at your attention, keeping you alert. (July 1, 1999)

A swimmer is pulled from a Coronado rip current. "We’ve had to rescue dogs from the rip currents. You got to watch out for their claws. They try to climb right up you."

• Coronado lifeguards on the other side of the beach

• “You play games in the winter. You see how long you can drive the truck without stopping. You close the truck windows and turn on the heat full blast. The first one to open the windows loses.” (August 15, 1996)

Peter Claesz, still life, c. 1627. The fish look edible, the ale has bubbles rising toward a ring of froth, the coals in the brazier are red hot.

• Life is like a candle and the wind approaches

• “Even early in this century, the dominant issue in restoration was to make the painting look new again. A restorer might sand off the old paint and repaint the whole canvas. That is no longer seen as ethical." (Jan. 16, 1997)

Yearly, the sandpipers migrate from pole to pole and use the estuary as a “carbo-stop” on their long flight.

Photo by Sandy Huffaker, Jr.

• The least tern says something ominous is coming

• The reserve is the largest salt marsh in Southern California. It is the only one open all year round to tidal flushing, a process sometimes called “nature’s kidneys,” in which water is purified by being swept back and forth through the marsh. This flushing is particularly necessary because most of the estuary’s 1700-square-mile watershed lies in Mexico, including Tijuana.(Sept. 28, 1995)

Leon Valent receives mirror therapy for phantom pain in his amputated right leg.

Photo by Alan Decker

• Certain San Diegans feel their missing limbs

• Most stories begin with a person or an event. This one begins with a book. Last summer I read The Brain That Changes Itself by research psychiatrist and psychologist Norman Doidge, M.D., which discusses developments ... (July 9, 2008)

Casa del Migrante in Tijuana, run by the Scalabrini Missionaries, opened in 1987 and houses about 200 men for 15-day periods.

• Border angels

• "We know the kind of people we catch here. They're horrible people." The Border Patrol agent's tone was no more than blandly informative. It was 7:00 p.m. July 16, and we were at the edge of a hill above the beach in Border Field State Park.... (December 7, 2006)

Salvation Mountain

• Salvation Mountain

• My friend Rex says, "You'll love the Slabs in August. Some would call you adventurous and brave, and some completely out of your mind." The Slabs are Slab City, three miles east of Niland, between the sultry Salton Sea and the Chocolate Mountains... (November 3, 2005)

A low-draft tug

• Tugboats of San Diego Bay

• From the wheelhouse of the Harbor Commander, I spotted two fat sea lions lounging on a buoy about halfway between the Silver Strand and the Navy shipyard. It was a bright warm February morning, and and as they lolled in their languorous stupor, they seemed the embodiment of indolence. I raised an arm in a casual salute. The bigger of the sea lions raised a flipper in apparent response. (January 24, 2002)

Firefighters under I-5 bridge. "Not only do the homeless fill it with debris, but the taggers leave their cans around and the paint goes into the river."

• They make their home by the San Diego River

• His name was Petey and he had lived in the riverbed for 20 years. “It’s a nice place.” He told us that that morning 30 “Mexican kids” had come down looking for a chrome bike, which had been stolen. (October 18, 2001)

Bay view of downtown San Diego. "The Port Authority took away all the good anchorages and they put us out here because they knew we wouldn’t last."

Photo by Sandy Huffaker, Jr.

• Home on the Water

• “The Port Authority took away all the good anchorages and they put us out here because they knew we wouldn’t last, but it’s the furthest place from anything too. They couldn’t put it anyplace else.” (Aug. 3, 2000)

Stephen Dobyns wrote cover features for the Reader from 1998 through 2008. Dobyns’ poetic works count among them the 1971 Concurring Beasts, a National Poetry Series award winner (Black dog, red dog), and a Melville Cane Award winner (Cemetery Nights).

Dobyns’ novel Cold Dog Soup has been made into two films, the American Cold Dog Soup and the French Doggy Bag.