Golden Dreams
“Storm in a teacup!” says my friend Eric. It’s a quiet Saturday evening. Noisiest things around are the crows. We’re talking — of course — about the flying tortilla incident a couple of weeks ago. …
Coronado: you’d think we’d be pretty jaded when it comes to Top Gun planes thundering overhead in this town. Happens every day, right? Especially when a carrier’s returning from a WestPac. And yet I can’t …
Something’s different! I’m off to my usual rendezvous to complete the waking process: coffee on the street at the BBC (Bay Books Cafe), with either Brent or Jose, the baristas. Then sit down to be …
1.) “Lights! Let’s go!” yells Mario Alberto Ortiz Vargas. The whole crew grabs their clubs, rings, balls and unicycles, and charges out into the middle of Paseo de Los Héroes, where the rush-hour traffic has …
He came to my window in the mornings, hovering, darting, accelerating off like a UFO. I noticed sometimes he had a piece of grass in his long beak. I would stand there looking at him …
He’s looking at himself in the window mirror. His arms flail around like the Navy guy who guides planes into landings on a carrier. But what he’s actually doing is wiping the final water away …
Real estate investor and father Steve Rauber is trying to explain why he’s fighting his school district (Coronado)’s plans to make up for covid by squeezing two years of education into one. “The 4x4 [plan] …
“First thing we did when covid hit was lock the doors and put up this “STOP!” sign,” says Dr. Margaret Meadows. But not for long. Except for the initial nine-week shutdown, Meadows’ dental office has …
Sunday morning. Trying to sleep in. No chance. Not one, not two, but three mockingbirds flit around and land in the tree right outside, going “Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!” Aggressively, non-stop. “They’re mockingbirds alright,” says Jen …
“Saluton! Kiel vi fartas?” This is my friend John Drehner. A regular in this column and a regular sage. “Come again?” I say. “I said ‘Greetings! How are you?’” “In what language?” “In the language …
I noticed a convertible on the way into work today. Pretty good looking… especially for a Buick. Good grief, I’m admiring a Buick. Old, old, old. The kind of person who still says Good grief, …
(To the tune of ‘Tiptoe Through the Tulips’). Bulldoze, through the redwoods Through the big trees, And the old folks’ home, Come rampage through the redwoods with me On my new Caterpillar tractor... This was …
I remember the first time I felt nervous about what I was eating. “Nervous,” as opposed to “apprehensive,” which describes how I felt the first time I ate ant eggs, corn smut, and rattlesnake at …
David Page’s initial interest in San Diego’s venerable El Indio Mexican restaurant was maybe not entirely visual, but he grants that “what interested me the most at the time — provided they could meet the …
This started off as I was in the Barrio, listening to some live jazz. Overheard this guy talking with a friend about how planets sing? I had to go and respectfully bust in. Victor Minces, …
My buddy Erik and I do a double take. “Did you see that?” Erik asks? “The Queen of England, on a surfboard?” I turn around. There she is sure enough, and wow! She has her …