Annie offered me the tiller and I accepted. Precious was lively, responsive. I tacked and headed north toward the Coronado Bridge. Annie continued telling me about her Australia trip, about meeting Norm Wright and his wife Helen.
August 21, 1997
News & Stories
Discovery of an Australian sailboat treasure in San Diego
All of music did not begin with rock and roll
Dear Mr. Alice:As some friends and I were kicking back one day listening to the Beatles and reading the lyrics that came with the album, we were wondering, what was the first music artist to …
August 21, 1997
Sex and San Diego State
My kids are considering San Diego State, and I'm interested to see if this fall's Daily Aztec newspaper staff carries on last year's most notable last year's most notable traditions: careless prose and a dependence …
August 21, 1997
San Diego ConVis exec attracts, gets in trouble with Baptists
A former San Diego Convention and Visitors Bureau executive has become enmeshed in a sex-and-money church money church scandal that's making headlines in Florida, Wisconsin, and Tennessee. "Baptist Leader Linked to Second Woman Who's Not …
August 21, 1997
The facts of life — death, taxes, and parking spaces
Dear Matthew Alice: How many facts of life are there, and what are they? — Wondering, La Jolla There are three facts of life: There will always be death; there will always be taxes; there …
August 21, 1997
Tijuana jail to house Mexican inmates in California prisons
If it's good enough for TV factories, why not prisons? That seems to be the logic behind a proposal to build a privately run jail in Tijuana to house Mexican inmates currently occupying California prisons. …
August 21, 1997
The small Braille sequences on the bottom rim of beer bottles
Dear Almighty Matt: Okay, here’s the deal. I, like many of my fellow Americans, have a strange fascination with beer. I mean, what’s better than beer? Not much. Well, the other night I was once …
August 21, 1997
Suicide may be legal in Japan, but not in California
People have come into my office having heart attacks. But after Masako walked out our front door, I felt more helpless and frightened than at any other time during my four and a half years …
August 21, 1997
Apricots: Floragold? Goldrich? Moongold? Moorpark? Wenatchee Moorpark?
Midsummer nights, I not infrequently put myself to sleep considering the taste of a warm, ripe apricot. I imagine the apricot’s sunrise color, the red blush along its curve. I imagine the apricot’s heft in …
August 21, 1997