From the voice of san diego.org artice in August about Bill Swank:
http://www.voiceofsandiego.org/articles/2009/08/0…
"Baseball became a bit more official in 1936, when Lane Field opened at the corner of Broadway and Pacific Highway and the newly renamed San Diego Padres began playing. How did the ballpark end up being built?
Bill Lane agreed to bring his Hollywood Stars to San Diego in 1936, but there wasn't a suitable place for them to play. This was during the Depression and remarkably, in two months time, the WPA built Lane Field for $20,000.
Lane Field was a typical wooden minor-league park of that era. Everything was painted green, and billboards were on the outfield walls. The Broadway entrance had some charm because it resembled an early California mission.
What was the ballpark like when you began watching games there?
When I moved to San Diego in 1955, it was starting to fall apart. By then, it was a good place to get splinters in your butt. Sections of the original bleachers had been condemned and removed, and termites had destroyed hundreds of reserved grandstand seats.
When it was finally razed in 1958, sportswriter Phil Colliers wrote, "The termites are crying. They lost their dinner."
But it remains a place of beauty and charm to those who remember it as the original home of the Padres.
The setting was perfect, right on the water, and the view of downtown San Diego was quite different back then. The El Cortez, the Santa Fe depot and the smokestacks at SDG&E stick in my mind. Downtown San Diego was very small." — September 10, 2009 3:39 a.m.
Charles Krulak Denounces Cheney's Torture Policy
Let's see: I guess the following officers never "read the first chapter of any military tactics manual": Brigadier General David M. Brahms (Ret. USMC) Brigadier General James Cullen (Ret. USA) Brigadier General Evelyn P. Foote (Ret. USA) Lieutenant General Robert Gard (Ret. USA) Vice Admiral Lee F. Gunn (Ret. USN) Rear Admiral Don Guter (Ret. USN) General Joseph Hoar (Ret. USMC) Rear Admiral John D. Hutson (Ret. USN) Lieutenant General Claudia Kennedy (Ret. USA) General Merrill McPeak (Ret. USAF) Major General Melvyn Montano (Ret. USAF Nat. Guard) General John Shalikashvili (Ret. USA) Along with Gen. Krulak and many other vets, including John McCain and Colin Powell, these officers are on record voicing their opposition to the abandonment of the Geneva Conventions.— September 15, 2009 6:51 a.m.
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We all know this one: http://hikinginthesmokys.blogspot.com/2009/06/joe…— September 14, 2009 2:41 p.m.
Mayor Sanders Just Says No
"The task force would be responsible for hashing out details..." Yuk, yuk, wink, wink.— September 10, 2009 3:17 p.m.
The Busby Affair
Re #43: "Hey, who let the gal in?" Can you say "Good ol' boy network"?— September 10, 2009 12:27 p.m.
John Moores sinks Padres pay to number 29 of 30 teams
Re 267: "sportswriter Phil Colliers..." should read Phil Collier. No "s".— September 10, 2009 3:49 a.m.
John Moores sinks Padres pay to number 29 of 30 teams
From the voice of san diego.org artice in August about Bill Swank: http://www.voiceofsandiego.org/articles/2009/08/0… "Baseball became a bit more official in 1936, when Lane Field opened at the corner of Broadway and Pacific Highway and the newly renamed San Diego Padres began playing. How did the ballpark end up being built? Bill Lane agreed to bring his Hollywood Stars to San Diego in 1936, but there wasn't a suitable place for them to play. This was during the Depression and remarkably, in two months time, the WPA built Lane Field for $20,000. Lane Field was a typical wooden minor-league park of that era. Everything was painted green, and billboards were on the outfield walls. The Broadway entrance had some charm because it resembled an early California mission. What was the ballpark like when you began watching games there? When I moved to San Diego in 1955, it was starting to fall apart. By then, it was a good place to get splinters in your butt. Sections of the original bleachers had been condemned and removed, and termites had destroyed hundreds of reserved grandstand seats. When it was finally razed in 1958, sportswriter Phil Colliers wrote, "The termites are crying. They lost their dinner." But it remains a place of beauty and charm to those who remember it as the original home of the Padres. The setting was perfect, right on the water, and the view of downtown San Diego was quite different back then. The El Cortez, the Santa Fe depot and the smokestacks at SDG&E stick in my mind. Downtown San Diego was very small."— September 10, 2009 3:39 a.m.
John Moores sinks Padres pay to number 29 of 30 teams
Response to #253: Ask any (San Diego) old-timer about Luke Easter, and they'll likely relate the story about the longest home run ever hit. It was at the legendary Lane Field at the foot of Broadway, home to the PCL Padres from 1936 until they moved to Westgate Park, which is now the northeastern section of Fashion Valley. Easter was signed by the Cleveland Indians in "black wave" year of 1949, and spent most of the season setting new home run distance records in many PCL parks. The most memorable one at Lane Field was a dinger that bounced across Pacific Highway and landed in a boxcar. It was found 120 miles away in LA. Thus, the longest home run ever hit. For the record, this feat was attributed variously to 3 or 4 other Padres from that era. As you may recall, Easter was gunned down in 1979 as he was leaving a bank in which he had just cashed $5000.00 in payroll checks.— September 8, 2009 6:23 a.m.
Crab Bag
One word: Wow!: "I’m in no position to snipe at anybody’s weight, but most of our fellow diners did indeed look like folks who valued quantity over quality. Even at a nearby birthday party of eight, they barely talked to their fellow celebrants but bent obsessively over the plates, shoveling it in." Snipe away!— September 3, 2009 2:37 p.m.
How would you prefer to die?
Are you kidding, Pete? You mean I'm wasting my best stuff on you? Well, I never. Who figured you for a spoilsport? That's it, I quit.— September 3, 2009 10:51 a.m.
How would you prefer to die?
I would like to go with Pedro Pistola at my bedside reciting his ubiquitous "po(st)etry" to me as I lay gasping. The pain would be unbearable, but oh, so quick! How's that for morbid, Pete?— September 3, 2009 8:01 a.m.