Steve Esmedina

Esmedina wrote his first story for the Reader in July 1973; his last story appeared in September 1994. He was recommended to write for the Reader by his teacher at Mesa College, along with Ted Burke. Esmedina wrote about popular music and film, mostly in the late ’70s and early ’80s. He died on June 24, 2001 and was remembered later that year by his friends in the story, Blubbo's World.

Articles by Steve Esmedina

Bird and Walk

College professors strain to convince novitiates that the boring "masterpieces" of Western literature (Hemingway, Melville, James, etc.) deserve their reputations solely from the "test-of-time" standard. But I, for one, do not believe any worthwhile art ...

The Moonlit Compost Heap

It is a humbling experience to return to the ghetto at night. To expect a few inconveniences on the way back to paradise has become a doleful routine for any denizen who resides in Southeast ...

The story I wanted to write... but didn't

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.

1979: Year in Review

Rape of the Earth Medal of Dishonor The year's most infamous award goes to the voters of San Diego, a majority of whom agreed to exchange 39 acres of prime canyonland in Balboa Park for ...

Two Dollar Tour

Reader writer goes on the road with the Penetrators

"If I've had a nutritional meal in the last year, it’ll come as a surprise to my stomach," quips Dan McLain in between resounding burps. It is almost midnight and we are sitting outside a ...

Shipyard blues

Inside NASSCO workers' lives

Ernie Ernie, 23, is a musician disguised as a milkman. He's an aspiring percussionist who makes his living in a drive-through dairy. By his own admission, the chores are elementary and tedious: stocking, waiting on ...

Desolation Row

The Methadone Center and Beasley's Friendly Corner - Market Street, downtown San Diego

Toni Toni needs to get well real bad. He’s had the shakes all night, he’s sweating profusely, and he hasn’t slept in almost a week. The day before, a dealer named Eddie burned him with ...

Lost In Logan Heights

Saint Augustine student ends up sniffing paint

He could get arrested for beating up kids he never saw before. He could spend a week in the National City Jail for shoplifting a can of spray paint. He could join the Marines.

Helen Copley works a change at San Diego's dailies

The state of the Union (and the Evening Tribune)

"No one can think for the American people. We believe it is our responsibility to ring out the truth loud and clear and to stimulate thought at the close personal level of the individual and ...

Let’s Be Friends

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