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The Disobedient Father
"Selling sacraments" is one of the charges. http://tijuananoticias.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-pa…— June 22, 2010 5:29 p.m.
Confessions of a One-Time PB Bum
Without a video from an intrepid reporter or a dash cam from the SDPD, how do we know what really happened ?— June 22, 2010 12:30 p.m.
U-T Axes 34 to 40
Pincus article about Everett Jackson, the professor and artist. Interesting. The daughter has written a book about her mother. http://www.signonsandiego.com/uniontrib/20071202/…— June 22, 2010 9:29 a.m.
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"A different era of gentility" - so well put.— June 22, 2010 9:22 a.m.
U-T Axes 34 to 40
Being a Society Editor (the title Eileen Jackson held for many years) did get you into the Right Parties with the Right People (maybe not the beautiful ones but that is in the eye of the beholder - one eyed or not). I guess if a staff reporter (not a stringer) wanted the gig it would have been a good one in the heyday of San Diego society. I am sure that the Junior League and various hospital charity groups and garden clubs still meet and will be noted somewhere in print. With the economy on the downturn I do wonder if the balls and special events are as lavish. From my limited experience I have found rich people generally to be cheap. I don't see these types paying the higher market rate for meals and the chance to be in the society pages. Perhaps the days of Eileen Jackson and Burl Stiff are gone and best forgotten ?— June 22, 2010 7:10 a.m.
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I categorically deny being in attendance. I was vacationing in one of my several homes whose location is known only to Mr. Stiff. Hint - Wine Train, No Cal. As a amateur vintner with a small boutique winery I have to perform supervising duties on occasion. Of course, I wear designer overalls and a bejeweled baseball cap along with deerskin boots given to me by my pal, Sarah P, who could not visit as she was at a Tea Party event somewhere in South Carolina. George, Laura, and Dick did join me. We considered some bird hunting activities but Dick forgot his shotgun. So we feasted on a special meal prepared by my private chef and featuring my wines. Eat your hearts out, Dear Readers, who must languish in the bars and dives of PB and TJ or (horror or horrors) party at local parks where drinking is permitted. I like being rich.— June 21, 2010 9:48 p.m.
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Yes, I do recall Eileen Jackson of yore. Some of the changes in society are reflected in women's roles. They are no longer the partners of the CEO's but the CEO and probably have no need to bask in the reflection of their successful spouses. The Ranch and Coast Magazine carries on the Stiff/Jackson traditions with detailed reports and glossy photos of the socially self important. I am from the era where women wore gloves and went to teas. Gasp.— June 21, 2010 7:51 a.m.
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Some will miss San Diego's answer to Truman Capote. Mr. Stiff's social commentary seemed so outdated to me and a relic of other times when a certain class of women did good works by volunteering like "ladies" at various top drawer charities. Their husbands or partners could be counted upon to show up and be photographed in tuxedoes. The detailing of designer wear by Mr. Stiff and the exact reports of menus and venues did grow old after a time. For what the Stiff column was, it did not disappoint. But in my mind it reflected a bygone era of finishing school morality. Going into the good night at age 82 after many years as the social guru is not a bad thing. Stiff had staying power which must have been based in part by his association with David Copley ?— June 21, 2010 6:51 a.m.
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Most of the Senior Social Beings whom Mr. Stiff faithfully covered during his tenure did not age well whether they were men or women. The women especially affected hair styles of their Golden Youth and frequently looked as if they were standing in a wind tunnel due to their botox treatments and face lifts. The men became porcine and red faced. I think there is a point in one's life where it is much better not to be photographed no matter how important you are in society. I did relish in a sick way the hat day at the opening of the Del Mar racing season because the photos and commentary were priceless.— June 20, 2010 3:18 p.m.
Old Guys Rule
You will know that you are old when you receive something from the Trident Society in the mail as I did yesterday. There is an American flag on the back of the envelope and a polite notice on the front which states "FREE Pre-Paid Cremation ! DETAILS INSIDE." The older gentleman at my casa is still laughing as the missive was addressed to me. Oh - the stamp is also an American flag. I feel red, white and very blue now. Happy Father's Day.— June 20, 2010 9:28 a.m.