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In San Diego there is a community of professionals, most of whom earn between $150,000 and $300,000 per year, who are angry, frustrated, and disillusioned. In the past thirty months they have been involved in …
I was dragging my feet one day, walking in kind of a westerly direction toward the poorer part of town, where I felt more comfortable. I needed a new start, I needed a new beginning. …
One day this past January I walked into Children’s Hospital to see my infant son, born three months prematurely. Within the intensive care unit, he was in a small room that accommodated four babies, and …
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“The harder gangs, like ESP — East Side Pirue — the Lincoln Park Bloods, if you was to walk through Lincoln Park,” says Camelot, pointing at Fly, “they’d kill him. They’d probably kill me, too.”
Grammy gazes at her Mason jars packed with whole pickled peaches stuck with cloves, bread-and-butter pickle, lye-soaked pale green and paler pink watermelon rind pickle, golf-ball-size pickled beets, pickled okra pods with frills of dill head.
From the distance, San Antonio del Mar epitomizes a certain American concept of retirement and the good life. Tucked among the coastal cliffs of Baja approximately halfway between Tijuana and Rosarito Beach, it is an …
Just three weeks ago an octogenarian, who is either truly brilliant or merely skillful, moved down from Ojai, southeast of Santa Barbara, to rural Escondido. His name is Stephan Riess. He’s eighty-seven, and for fifty …
Eleven o’clock. Dark. Quiet. Mr. Coffee set for morning. Neighborhood lawn sprinklers turned off. Dogs inside. Air dry and barkless, only crickets. Down to bare feet, worn-out jeans. Not awake enough to read, not wound …
How San Diegans get TVs, stereos, cameras, trips, and loads of other junk for practically nothing.
"We thought it was the bingo parlors out on the Indian reservations cutting into our business. For a while they were getting 1500 people a night out there. Now I’ve heard their business is way ofF.”
"The pre-med nerd sits in the front row in his classes and asks questions all the time to display his knowledge;' explains Hu. "Usually he already knows the answer. He takes furious notes and carries a tape recorder."
There are some very strange things in the archives of the San Diego Natural History Museum.
The pilot has changed course to avoid the thunderstorm in the west and passengers on that side are crowding the windows. The black bank of clouds is randomly lit from within by strokes of lightning …
Late on a cold Monday night Jose Griego took his place on a pile of weeds outside his small apartment in Golden Hill, the seventh of what were to be nine San Diego murder victims …
“It became Dogpatch in 1956 or 1957. The owner at that time had about 400 poodles out in the back. It looked like a patch of dogs, so she changed the name from Canyon City Cafe to Dogpatch.”