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Big Screen — Movie commentary
Blurt — Music's inside track
Booze News — San Diego spirits
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Close to Home — What it’s like on the street where you live
Cover Stories — Front-page features
Drinks All Around — Bartenders' drink recipes
Excerpts — Literary and spiritual excerpts
Feast! — Food & drink reviews
Feature Stories — Local news & stories
Fishing Report — What’s getting hooked from ship and shore
From the Archives — Spotlight on the past
Golden Dreams — Talk of the town
The Gonzo Report — Making the musical scene, or at least reporting from it
Letters — Our inbox
Movies@Home — Local movie buffs share favorites
Movie Reviews — Our critics' picks and pans
Musician Interviews — Up close with local artists
Neighborhood News from Stringers — Hyperlocal news
News Ticker — News & politics
Obermeyer — San Diego politics illustrated
Outdoors — Weekly changes in flora and fauna
Overheard in San Diego — Eavesdropping illustrated
Poetry — The old and the new
Reader Travel — Travel section built by travelers
Reading — The hunt for intellectuals
Roam-O-Rama — SoCal's best hiking/biking trails
San Diego Beer — Inside San Diego suds
SD on the QT — Almost factual news
Sheep and Goats — Places of worship
Special Issues — The best of
Street Style — San Diego streets have style
Surf Diego — Real stories from those braving the waves
Theater — On stage in San Diego this week
Tin Fork — Silver spoon alternative
Under the Radar — Matt Potter's undercover work
Unforgettable — Long-ago San Diego
Unreal Estate — San Diego's priciest pads
Your Week — Daily event picks
Ghostly Remnants
DO NOT, under any circumstances, attend your 20th anniversary or any other high school reunions. David's two reasons for attending these useless gatherings are right on. I didn't like or know most the 585 people I graduated with and I'm certainly not going to pretend, after decades of being free of those people, that I suddenly like them and am interested in their accomplishments (or lack thereof). No, ma'am. I have NOTHING to prove to any of them. While some may have been friends or acquaintenances at one time, they no longer play useful roles in my life. As far as I'm concerned, the only thing I want them to know about me is that I live in San Diego.— June 20, 2014 1:38 p.m.
Cirque du Crazy
Reading this myopic crap makes me grateful that I do not know you. David would have been better off to simply exit the car and leave you to yourself. Diva? Probably. Raving bitch? Without question.— May 16, 2012 3:38 p.m.