Someone else's trash in Escondido is not your treasure
Favorite spot: where the 15 freeway passes over North Nutmeg
Mike Madriaga 11:30 a.m., Aug. 19
David Steinman
Articles by David Steinman
Stories hidden inside the San Diego Reader
Ventura Place, rock art, Brenda Starr, Vietnamese poets
Editor: The following feature stories appeared in the interior pages of the Reader in the 1970s and 1980s and have just been converted to digital form. Meditations while riding San Diego Transit “Yes, these people ...
A slow dirge for Steve and Susan
San Diego couple's Baja tragedy
Sherry Richardson wanted a change in her life, wanted to get away from the States for a while. She had a woman friend in Mexico she could stay with as long as she wanted, so ...
San Diego's explosives man
I’ve done the aqueduct by Fallbrook. I helped blast the dam for Lake Poway.
Terry Barrett the powder man stood on the edge of a fifty-foot cliff he was about to destroy. As he spoke he pointed downward to the pit of a granite quarry, where there sat a ...
Scott Thile, San Diego's master piano tuner
Hammers in the morning
There was once a fine old Sohmer grand piano that fell asleep inside a church — the Seventh-Day Adventist Church of Oceanside. For many years, the church pianist and the 1917-vintage Sohmer grand had created ...
The problem with Turkish rugs on West Lewis Street
Millions of tiny knots
The shop’s name is Guzel, a Turkish word meaning beautiful. And inside Giizel, located at 1621 West Lewis Street in Mission Hills, are Oriental rugs that, indeed, are beautiful. They are draped upon darkly stained ...
The same day Kelly had rented us a home in Cardiff, she found out she was pregnant
An abortion story
“I can’t afford to buy a bed and pay for an abortion too.” “Hey!” Her voice rose in pitch, tightening. “I never said I’d have an abortion.”
Tim Joe Key - San Diego's version of a Tarahumara runner
One step ahead of the Devil
When he and his father talked after that, T.J. said. “I wouldn’t mind going to college. I wonder if you would help?” “My father never helped me go to college,” his father replied.
Del Mar's horse vet Jack Jocoy has seen it all
A life at the races
On the pinto that he rode, he felt the beast’s physicality, its thickness through the barrel, feeling the strong uneven lope, a muscular ripple along the horse’s glistening croup and withers, the leather saddle against ...
