Cover Stories
Sometimes I forget just how long ago that was — the Challenger space shuttle explosion stands as an ominous marker in memory, a national tragedy illuminating the end of a personal catastrophe. Since putting down …
The small ad in the back of Surfer magazine has a simple, irresistible appeal: "The Paskokwitz 7-Day Surfari. An experience that will last a lifetime." For young beach rats, aching to get away from mom …
June 30, 1990. There was no way I could keep away. Didn’t try, didn’t think of it, wasn’t a consideration. I’m sitting center field, Oakland Coliseum on a searing summer afternoon with 72,000 sweaty, restless …
To Kit Goldman’s way of thinking, a new era has dawned for the Gaslamp Quarter Theatres, and all the rancor of the past three years is erased. She may be right. Then again, she may …
Dangerous woman Kali, tie Hindu goddess, las been grossly maligned by Hollywood. Consequently, tie mention of her name among polite company most often conjures distasteful fancies of turbaned murder cults, devil worship. Yet she is …
Stevens barked, “Put your hands up in the air.” Cripdown brought up his arms. “Step away from the vehicle.” Cripdown took two sideways steps away from the Cadillac. “Slowly turn in a circle.”
The year was 1982, and I was fortysomething. Another autumn and the cooling weather had turned the trees outside my office window pale yellow. The leaves trembled in a breeze fresh off the Pacific, blowing …
Plotting Pete During his first campaign for mayor, in 1971, Pete Wilson sent a letter to voters exhorting them to compare each mayoral aspirant, “and with each candidate look past the rhetoric to his record. …
Welton Jones: “Let me finish. If you say one more goddamn word to me, I’m going to hang up! You just keep your mouth shut and your ears open and you might learn something.”
I don’t listen to the cops, I wish they all were dead. — The Dils, “Sound of the Rain," by longtime Carlsbad residents Chip and Tony Kinman Do as I do, do exactly as I …
The guy in the middle rack next to mine was hard-timing it, sleeping 15 to 18 hours. This was standard among tweakers who had gotten busted after a five- or six-day binge of no sleep.
The incense-choked jumble of the recent Whole Life Expo: vegetarians and environmentalists and every shade of new-age devotee wandered endless rows of booths for radical cancer cures, aura-photography, and Delphi, the City of Dolphins. Few …
"Mandela isn't a hero to me. Ever'body equates us —black Americans —with Africa people, but I don't equate myself with those people because I don't know anything about them. . My people, the Alabama people, was Blackfoot Indians."
“The policemen who arrested me were not the ones who hit me. Of the ones who hit me, one of them was short, fair-skinned, wore a lot of gold, a lot of necklaces.
During the autopsy, the medical examiner carefully studied Rodger’s throat to determine if he had been choked into unconsciousness before he was placed in the car, but no such evidence was found.
American street gold San Diegans,” declares Shirley Lindemann, owner/director of the Museum of American Treasures, “aren’t interested in culture. They don’t want to support the arts.” She indicates a butter-colored marble bust that tops a …