Rick Geist

Articles by Rick Geist

Rick Geist and the Reader

New Hope sinking, trolley at night, Southeast firemen, Frost Hardwood Lumber, sea urchins, Jim “Mouse” Robb

Geist wrote for the Reader in the late 1980s and returned to write a feature story in 2016. Editor's picks of stories Geist wrote for the Reader: The San Diego-San Ysidro trolley, late at night ...

Ode to O.B.'s Jim “Mouse” Robb

“The biggest thing you can do is be calm”

Early on a foggy morning in the mid 1950s, Jim “Mouse” Robb stopped by the Ocean Beach lifeguard station. The men on duty were his friends. Until the year before, he had worked beside them ...

Reader writers: the story I wanted to write... but didn't

“Maybe an animal story”

Sandy and a girlfriend had gone into a liquor store, robbed the clerk, They locked the clerk in a walk-in cooler. Sandy started feeling bad about the guy. She went back and let him out.

Sea urchin blackouts are gone at Point Loma, but now Japanese want them

Will they go the way of abalone?

Each urchin is worth about 75 cents to the divers, and by the time it reaches a sushi bar in San Diego, the five pads of sex organ from a single urchin are worth 15 to 20 dollars.

Frost Hardwood does its lumber number

The smell of the hardwood, the feel of the grain

Al Frost was a shrewd businessman. By specializing in hardwoods with their myriad uses, the company has avoided the up and down cycles of the construction and softwood lumber businesses.

Firemen on Southeast San Diego's Engine 12

Fire, danger, and death come with the job

Firefighters in this city have a 100% injury rate. That means everyone gets hurt sometime. Their profession is more dangerous than coal mining, which is more dangerous than being a cop. Maybe this is part of the appeal.

The San Diego-San Ysidro trolley, late at night

Along the tracks

On the San Diego Trolley, the decision to buy a ticket or not is up to you. It's called the honor system. When I first heard about the trolley in 1981, the implications of honor ...

San Diego's New Hopewent down with all hands. Except one.

His family had been fishing out of San Diego for three generations

For an instant, Benny heard them again, those last shouts. He saw the sea leaping. He’d survived. Benny sat on the straight-backed chair under the single light at his desk. The shotgun stared at him, ...