Feature Stories
According to the Pew Research Center, Gen Z — people born after 1997 and before 2012 — is the least religious generation since people began paying attention to such things. Nearly one third of Gen …
THE IS THE CHANCE the Jack Clark has, maybe the last chance in Boston now as the Red Sox’s designated hitter, with that lovely wall to his left and real fans in the seats, not …
On January 2 of 2021, a Patriot March in San Diego was announced on social media, to begin at 2 pm on January 9 at the foot of Crystal Pier in Pacific Beach. The flier …
FRIDAY MAY 14, 1849 At 4 P.M. weighed anchor & at 4V2 underweigh for San Diego where we arrived soon after noon & 24 hours from Santa Barbara. This is the meanest place of all, …
The Palms Hotel at 12th and Island downtown (originally known as the Bay View and reportedly San Diego's oldest continuously operated lodging) and Hillcrest's similarly rundown Friendship Hotel are being purchased by the same Newport-based …
IF I WENT TO OCEANSIDE I had to wear dark glasses and keep my collar turned up for fear of being discovered alone when I was supposed to be with the Girl from Escondido. Frequently …
How many people wake each day with the opportunity to fall? How many go to bed each night worrying about their fall? How many fall? You’re not a bird — a finch, a nightingale, a …
The first time I ever saw Arlo Two Moons, I was seven. Except that I didn’t know it was him. My father was driving his black ‘67 Chevy truck on the Santa Ysabel Indian Reservation …
We didn’t meet often, and when we did, it was always in the dark. From the outset, I could have described the warm baritone voice, the music, and the well-worn jokes, but it was probably …
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1978 — Los Angeles — New York The new Interview arrived from New York and Fran’s column was so boring I told Bob we should Fire her. So we had a fight. …
A clatter against the window of my second-story room in Golden Hill awoke me. Then, shouts. What the hell? “Eh, Miguel.” “Miguelito.” “Barba de Chivo, levántate, cabrón.” Only Rodolfo called me Barba del Chivo, followed …
He awoke to the shrill sound of the alarm pulsating through his skull like there was a rat in his brain. “Fuck!” he impotently screamed as he pushed the button on his alarm clock, ceasing …
I’m kinda glad to talk ‘bout this, Sarge, ‘bout Audrey and such. Spendin’ time talkin’ to a smart cop like you is good for an intellect like me. But ‘fore you go thinkin’ wrong stuff …
In Memory of Dennis Avery It was a hot Saturday afternoon in 1984. I’d been on the chopper for several days straight and I reeked worse than skunk roadkill. But I didn’t think the old …
When I was nine years old, just a year after my dad died, I choked on a sharp fish bone. The bone became lodged in the back of my throat, stuck behind one of my …
Author’s note: This story is non-fiction, but certain elements are romanticized. Think Hunter S. Thompson. The sun cut flat over the city, and as it departed, it took with it the last of my time …