Jay Allen Sanford 1 p.m., May 24
Articles by Lawrence Osborne
“Indians came to the valley in the ’20s. They settled out there, particularly the Punjabis, and married Mexican girls because they couldn’t marry Americans. That’s why out in Calexico you’ve got so many Mexican kids named Singh."
El Centro Awaits the Metropolis
“I moved here from San Diego and I actually prefer it. I really do. I married a Mexican girl and settled down. They’re the best people I’ve come across yet in California. Certainly the most kind.”
“Developers are basically rapists. I grew up in Uruguay and Colombia, and I saw what developers from places like Miami did there. Holiday Inns all over the place, totally messing up the coastlines.”
Life on Mount Soledad Has Always Been About Turning Back the Clock
Mount Soledad, it is true, is one of the most haughty neighborhoods in the United States. And it’s suffocatingly quaint. Small, cracked tarmac roads weave their way arduously up the crests of canyons and through slopes of chaparral.
Del Mar Plaza overcomes finicky hostility
A $30 million development covering 69,000 square feet at the intersection of 15th Street and Camino Del Mar, it styles itself as a “European retail village.” Gone, we gather, are megalomaniac spaces of yesteryear’s malls.
Jewish Space-Jockeys Have Hijacked Your Mind, Your Country, and Your Government, and They Want to Harvest Your Cows, Your Internal Bodily Organs, and There Is Absolutely Nothing You Can Do About It
The Lafayette Hotel on El Cajon Boulevard seems at first an unlikely venue for a major alternative conference dealing with the “Truth About UFOs” — or to give it its proper title, the National New ...
The Cays villages, all Caribbean-cute and nautical-spruce, have a distinctly nervous feel
Gated communities are the coming trend in Southern California, ad although this isn’t really a gated community, it sort of has that feel. People here feel safe because of the security measures.
The wild pagan roots of Mission Valley's Jack Murphy Stadium
Its skeletal frame, with rectangles of empty space, gives it the half-ruined aspect of an ancient arena like that in Arles or the Coliseum itself, as if the architects had been unable to resist a pun.