Reader writer goes to Village Voice, Coronado town clown, Star USD grad kills mom, Padres' Eric Show, Betty Broderick's story, woman reflects on abortion, POW of Japan in Burma
On July 2, 1988, at 2:30 a.m., Rudolpho “Nene” Rios was shot twice in the head while he was in the 2000 block of National Avenue, at Chicano Park. He died two days later. At the time of his death, he was 20 years old and a member of the Logan Red Steps gang, a splinter group of Logan, the largest and oldest Hispanic youth gang in San Diego. The shooting occurred in Red Steps territory. In gang slang, the Red Steps “claim” Chicano Park.
Eight in the morning on the West Coast, eleven in Bellport, Long Island, The Village Voice senior editor and restaurant critic, Jeff Weinstein, pads through his living room, cordless telephone in hand. From across the country, his voice is soft and confiding in my ear. His dark hair is beginning to grey, he’s beginning to look his age (41). Weinstein, for eight years, lived in San Diego, was a UCSD graduate student and SDSU English instructor and a freelance writer.
Zub’s irreverence toward Coronado was tolerated, even encouraged, by the young people who grew up with the choking allure of the place. He ran his campaign from the beach during the day and from the bars at night. He might have had a real impact on the election except for one unfortunate incident.
Without divulging his specific whereabouts, the fugitive sent faculty members at USD, UCSD, and Palomar College carefully typed folder-bound collections of his poems, along with letters explaining that indefinite parole under the conditional-release program was not beneficial to his psyche. “One evening, I even telephoned Judge Ehrenfreund at his home," Mark recalls, “just to let him know I was okay.”
“I know that I sealed my fate by going public about joining the John Birch Society in 1984.1 understand that, and I accept that. I’m not going to be a Steve Garvey type, a loved guy, ever.” But another time, in his back yard, with Willie snoozing beside him, he said, “Almost everything going on in this country, and in baseball, I don’t agree with."
For so long, she wanted so badly to talk about her relationship with Daniel Broderick. Betty Broderick wanted to tell the their divorce and the awful injustice she felt she had suffered because of her ex-husband’s stature and influence within the local legal community; but she was also eager to disclose every detail of her long courtship and marriage to Dan.
I would have an abortion; I was sure. The decision was an easy one to make. In fact, it was not a decision at all. Decision implies choice, and I had none. A child could not fit into my life. My life had to this point been a series of failures. My job was boring and had no future. I had no money.
If wasn’t until Hank Allen felt his ship dead in the water, with the world exploding around him, that he knew he had to jump. “Even up until the time I got into the water I couldn't believe the ship would sink,” Allen recalls.