Cover Stories
Comic books. Cheap stuff. The lowest form of literature. Parents and educators alike condemned comics as barrel-bottom escapism, juvenile delinquent fare. When kids were found reading Tales From The Crypt instead of studying algebra, adults …
We sit in the outer room of the Clinica San Martin, trading words like amulets. Each one, an additive charm, wards off the silence of estrangement, builds bridges of humor at the difficulty of our …
Whatever happened to San Diego's ordinance banning billboards? Has it faded into a dim memory since the City Council adopted the measure in February of 1972 that was to banish billboards from the city limits …
Deep downtown Sn Diego, in a bootblack booth so tiny it disappears after closing, thrives the wit, wisdom, and wistfulness of Walter H. Clark. That's "Clark" spelled "Klark" on the blackboard. "I do it just …
In the 1957 World Series, Lew Burdette pitched the Milwaukee Braves to victory over the New York Yankees with three complete game wins. At the 1973 San Diego Padres' Old-Timers' Day, he was the most …
I crave tacos. I once won a bet in high school by eating 24 of them at an international dinner sponsored by our language teachers. Every time I leave San Diego on a trip, I …
“Tom Wolfe really was a jerk when he was with us, and when the story came out, we knew he was a jerk. After it came out, someone wrote ‘Tom Wolfe is a dork’ on the Pump House.”
"I want to testify." A large black woman in blue-flowered dress stands swaying slightly, heavily, "I want to thank God for coming with me on this journey..." her voice trails off, and her body becomes …
"I was supposed to record with Howlin’ Wolf in Chicago. Wolf killed a guy over a woman, he was sentenced to the penitentiary for 25 years. That knocked out my record chances, back in 1930.”
"Card room are given a black eye by the public and they shouldn't be!" The woman's police-issued identifcation badge, complete with a photograph, says her name is Helen. Helen has been a "housewoman" in card …
“During the war, this place was really jumping. Remember, there was no El Cajon, no National City, no Chula Vista. So when the sailors got off the ships, they all came here. No more."
Saturday Review's newly transplanted editorial staff of 75 had scarcely unpacked in San Francisco last October when the first of several financial tremors struck. Only after Charney and Veronia had gone back to the original …
There's a certain kind of law firm every ambitious law student dreams about. In New York it's Sullivan and Cromwell. In Los Angeles it's O'Melveny and Myers. And in San Diego it's either Gray, Cary, …
Go ahead. Take the ice man, the candlestick maker, the fruit and vegetable vendor, and even the neighborhood baker. Put them all under one well-lit supermarket roof and seal their wares in polyethylene. It's cheaper …
With food prices rising, the problem of creating good, economical meals at home seems to grow beyond the normal tattered pocketbook. Now, some possible solutions to this problem might include free-loading meals from wealthy friends …
Mary Leverentz came to San Diego last summer. It was supposed to be her summer vacation. But Mary knew she wasn't going back to school in the fall, and she began to look around town …