The new music director of the San Francisco Symphony, Esa-Pekka Salonen, has created a collaborative council to do, uh, something.
Garrett Harris 3 p.m., Feb. 20
The story of I-15, what DNA tells us, San Diego freeway landscaping, Old Town man tells of WWII massacre, San Marcos schools, men and their frisbees
Allan Peterson wrote feature stories for the Reader from 1994 through 1999, and again in 2013. Editor's picks of stories Peterson wrote for the Reader: Scavengers find their niches on I-15 I-15 is the highway ...
If the line to the men's room was any indicator, there were a lot of old guys at Humphreys reliving their prog-rock heydays. And that goes as well for the old guys onstage, a 60 ...
Conner added nuances in preparation for an imagined television audience. After each game, a one-minute break was established. Teams were allotted three time-outs of two minutes each. A one-and-a-half-hour time cap was placed on each match.
Newbies, NIMBYs, and Scarecrow Boy call home where cattle stink
San Marcos isn’t sure what its fate will be. Retired dairy land, bedroom community, college town, a place to raise a family, all these possibilities tend to war with each other.
Abuses in Allied liberation of his wife's hometown of Pico
John Abatecola, owner of Pizza Bella in Old Town, is proud of his pizza and quick to tell you about the time he won a three-way bake-off on a morning TV show for the "best ...
In the land of shared guilt
Walter Anderson, Jr., who runs the landmark Anderson Nursery on Pacific Coast Highway, said he remembers a photograph in the San Diego Union, circa 1970, of Teresa standing on Harbor Drive between a bulldozer and a palm.
How did your blood get inside the victim's body?
“People don’t realize that when they’re hitting somebody, blood transfers onto whatever they’re using — not the first time, but by the time you come back like this” — he mimes a baseball bat coming down on a skull.
The unnatural ecology of a freeway
Where onramp and asphalt, Passing lane and hawk, Converge in quick collusion Against those who race and never walk. Southern California has it all. We’ve pot ground that shakes, hillsides that burn, a dazzling assortment ...