Cover Stories
The “party pad” for this particular Saturday night is in Clairemont: a small, tract house, inconspicuous among its neighbors. The only hint that a party may be in progress is the blue bug light shining …
Rev. Paul Veenstra is wrestling with his umbrella. The wind has the umbrella and the umbrella has Veenstra and he is being pulled upward. Rain is whipping around him. He is standing on the back …
In the summer of 1927, the newly formed Southland Ice Company had 16 drive-up ice docks dotting the small, slumbering Dallas community of Oak Cliff. Folks could hop in a Maxwell and conveniently motor over …
"If Jimmy Carter had set out in 1973 not to run for president but to wage a proxy fight for control of the Anaconda Corporation, he'd have had the same people with him. Hamilton Jordan, …
Where there are thousands of acres of undeveloped countryside— rolling terrain sheltering coyotes and foxes—where there are hounds and sleek horses and riders questing for adventure, foxhunting probably is inevitable. But it still seems so …
It was almost enough to squelch the story on the spot; sitting here in the livingroom of one of San Diego’s most powerful society matrons, facing an elegant uplifted eyebrow and a gaze that would …
“I like downtown. I been a bachelor all my life, and if I lived up in Hillcrest or in El Cajon and got myself in one of those apartment houses, I’d be setting up there all by myself.”
The floor changes to tan hardwood and the pool tables begin, five of them, 30 years old or better, owned outright by Mrs. Yamada. She charges 15 cents a game and hasn’t raised the price since 1967.
“What did you say about a front door?” Once again, in a thick, southern Tennessee drawl, the middle-aged, balding salesman in coat and tie repeated, “He’s got ’er front door. Ya dunno CB talk?”
Bruce Harrison (the resident) once presented to Dr. Caton a heroin addict who had seen a friend shoot the addict’s wife to death in an argument over a color television. The addict, promised revenge on the killer.
The most unusual haunting in recent San Diego history occurred in a rather unlikely location—suburban Mira Mesa, one of the newer sections of San Diego. The Burr home does not fit the stereotype. A neat, …
Ernie Ernie, 23, is a musician disguised as a milkman. He's an aspiring percussionist who makes his living in a drive-through dairy. By his own admission, the chores are elementary and tedious: stocking, waiting on …
We had been in Ocean Beach six years, five in a house too small for us, and the only possible alternative cost $65,000, and required a bigger down payment than we could handle.
From San Diego to Stockholm It would be difficult to find two more dissimilar communities than San Diego, California, and Knivsta, Sweden. Knivsta is a small suburban village north of Stockholm. It is an undistinguished …
"Every now and then the public gets interested in violence. People get interested in that kind of action. I think it's an ideal time for boxing to make a comeback."
She stops at the grave of Yellow Sky, something of a legend among the Indians of Barona. He used to walk the desert between Yuma and San Diego wearing only a breach cloth, trading firewood for a meal.