Cover Stories
While the monolithic banks of B Street are absorbed in fixing their depressed computers and in advertising unintelligible pie-in-the-sky programs, down at Check Cashiers, Inc., Mr. Average American is getting his spinach. The check-cashing emporium …
Recently I spent an entire endless afternoon in a delicatessen while the man in my life, whom we’ll call Henry, backed away from a previous urgency to marry me. I drank stone-cold tea and tried …
Coyote was lying in bed watching the moon come up over the freeway, wondering what he would have for dinner. For the past few weeks he’d been living in a canyon overlooking the San Elijo …
Richard flew into Miramar on the last day of September. Our reunion that night carried a foreshadowing of things to come: a tattoo high on his left arm that read “Suzie” over a scramble of blue flowers.
My wife offered me her assurances. “Yes, I know Heathrow is one of the busiest airports in the world,” she said, “but Mike and Viv will definitely be there to meet us, and we’ll have …
After fourteen years I had only one uncomfortable moment, one feeling of small panic. It came halfway through the advanced English class I was monitoring as an observer. Maybe it was because the class was …
This is a mystery story, starring Theresa Clague, the elderly lady from Chula Vista who has spent the last four months in the Tijuana penitentiary and who remains there today. One of the most intriguing …
On an early July weekend of this year Ray Devlin and I were sipping Carta Blanca in Chapi’s in downtown Tijuana; the cold beer seemed to help blow the heat away. Ray was appreciatively eyeing …
There are streets in Bay Park named for American cities and another cluster of American city streets in La Mesa. University City has Canadian city streets and Scripps Ranch bears streets with Australian place names.
The first night’s sleep in my old bed I lay there, gripping my favorite pillow, trying to go back to the unhappiness of two years earlier. I tried to reconstitute, whole, my wakefulness, my terror and anguish.
They massed in the parking lot of the Lockheed building on Harbor Island one Saturday in mid-September, a disciplined group of Vietnamese refugees all wearing the brown shirt and tan slacks that constitute their uniform. …
Win D lay on the operating table with her belly on a pillow, her eyes closed, her sides heaving slowly and rhythmically as a nearby respirator pumped air into her lungs. A tube fastened to …
A lot of people are whispering about Pete Case. A successful downtown restaurateur who is also active in politics predicts Case won’t last another year in his position as district administrator of the state’s Alcoholic …
Just about everything this city knows about suburban living (comparable to what Milwaukee knows about beer) has gone into the making of the southern end of University city, ten miles south of downtown and a …
It was a ride that replays itself periodically in his mind, a rare moment of physical and spiritual revelation. The place was Petacalco, on the western coast of southern Mexico, where the waves break inside …
The Oakwood Garden apartment complex in Pacific Beach hosted a series of Sunday afternoon champagne gatherings in 1971. Newspaper advertisements announced that the general public was invited to attend. Crown Point resident Don Determan was …