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Hotel San Diego's gay owner Vince Miranda, the Midway comes to town
Downtown Sam tells of Broadway killings, commotion at the Can-Can Club, Time magazine writer hangs at Horton Plaza, imaginative writer describes YMCA
The bathroom, Suite 264. "They went back to 264. Maria refused to go inside with them. By then, the front desk had called hotel security. Maria had become hysterical."
Old Haunt
“They tore down the original hotel and put the facade in crates. Then they tore down another building and put that façade in crates. Then they built a new building, stuck the old facades on the outside, and had the gall to call it the Horton Grand. It’s no more the Horton Grand than Main Street in Disneyland was once a road. It’s a hoax. It’s a Laura Ashley fake. They even claim they’ve got a ghost!”
By Michael Lesy, July 19, 1990 | Read full article
Naval Supply Pier from Fish Market Restaurant. The Midway bow, extending 44 feet beyond the end of the 1000-foot pier, won't cut off the Fish Market's main view of Coronado.
Come Float at My Dock
The Midway will be parked this side of the pier, less than 50 yards from the restaurant. Its smokestack will reach up 65 feet higher still. Its bow won't cut off the Fish Market's main view of Coronado, but it will be a gray wall blocking the northern prospect. One of De Anda's partners recently offered the carrier group $250,000 to take their museum somewhere else, perhaps by the airport. They turned him down.”
By Bill Manson, Oct. 2, 1997 | Read full article
Walkabout storytellers. "The shoeshine guy pulled the trigger, and he hit Raymond right in the butt."
Bullets and Broadway
“There was a shoeshine stand on the very corner of Fourth and E. The newspaper guy — I think his name was Raymond — tried to break up the fight. He tried to hit this guy with a karate chop. Course, Raymond didn’t know nothing about karate. Meanwhile, the shshoeshine guy reached in back of the stand and pulled a gun and pointed it. The shoeshine guy pulled the trigger, and he hit Raymond right in the butt.”
By John Brizzolara, Feb. 24, 2000 | Read full article
The center of the room is occupied by a queen-size box spring and mattress. mounted on a metal frame.
A Lullaby of Broadway
“I was sitting in my room,” declared one hotel resident, “when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and three or four men forced their way in. I was totally surprised. They pushed me onto the bed and put a belt around my arms. Someone kept my face pushed into the mattress until they got a pillowcase over my head. One of them pressed my eyes into the sockets with his fingers.”
By Merton Gaudette, Jan. 12, 1978 | Read full article
Winos share their Mickeys, pint bottles of port wine, which are swaddled in brown paper bags not to deceive the law but from kindness.
Plaza Suite
There are three subcultures in Horton Plaza: Resigned and rootless old men, like me, who want no trouble and make none, who come there to ruminate and warm their bones; the winos, sharing their Mickeys, pint bottles of port wine, which are swaddled in brown paper bags not to deceive the law but from kindness (that way, no one knows and so need feel no guilt when he takes the last swallow left).
By John B. Koffend, Jan. 18, 1979 | Read full article
Sounds like you’re from the South. I’ve never been there — maybe you'll tell me about it. About the people, the smells, the hot steam that’d come off the yards after a summer rain.
A Small Room at the End of the Hall
So please, let me take your picture. Let me take your picture! I want to see what you think of yourself. If you’re proud and sure, you’ll look right at me. If you’re scared and are wishing to hell that I would leave you alone, that I’d let you live in your shell and not have to be looked at or asked a question or an opinion, then you’ll turn away. You’ll turn and you’ll laugh. Because you feel that I’m taking something away from you.
By Richard Smith, Oct. 14, 1982 | Read full article
Here's something you might be interested in.
Hotel San Diego's gay owner Vince Miranda, the Midway comes to town
Downtown Sam tells of Broadway killings, commotion at the Can-Can Club, Time magazine writer hangs at Horton Plaza, imaginative writer describes YMCA
Hotel San Diego's gay owner Vince Miranda, the Midway comes to town
Downtown Sam tells of Broadway killings, commotion at the Can-Can Club, Time magazine writer hangs at Horton Plaza, imaginative writer describes YMCA
The bathroom, Suite 264. "They went back to 264. Maria refused to go inside with them. By then, the front desk had called hotel security. Maria had become hysterical."
Old Haunt
“They tore down the original hotel and put the facade in crates. Then they tore down another building and put that façade in crates. Then they built a new building, stuck the old facades on the outside, and had the gall to call it the Horton Grand. It’s no more the Horton Grand than Main Street in Disneyland was once a road. It’s a hoax. It’s a Laura Ashley fake. They even claim they’ve got a ghost!”
By Michael Lesy, July 19, 1990 | Read full article
Naval Supply Pier from Fish Market Restaurant. The Midway bow, extending 44 feet beyond the end of the 1000-foot pier, won't cut off the Fish Market's main view of Coronado.
Come Float at My Dock
The Midway will be parked this side of the pier, less than 50 yards from the restaurant. Its smokestack will reach up 65 feet higher still. Its bow won't cut off the Fish Market's main view of Coronado, but it will be a gray wall blocking the northern prospect. One of De Anda's partners recently offered the carrier group $250,000 to take their museum somewhere else, perhaps by the airport. They turned him down.”
By Bill Manson, Oct. 2, 1997 | Read full article
Walkabout storytellers. "The shoeshine guy pulled the trigger, and he hit Raymond right in the butt."
Bullets and Broadway
“There was a shoeshine stand on the very corner of Fourth and E. The newspaper guy — I think his name was Raymond — tried to break up the fight. He tried to hit this guy with a karate chop. Course, Raymond didn’t know nothing about karate. Meanwhile, the shshoeshine guy reached in back of the stand and pulled a gun and pointed it. The shoeshine guy pulled the trigger, and he hit Raymond right in the butt.”
By John Brizzolara, Feb. 24, 2000 | Read full article
The center of the room is occupied by a queen-size box spring and mattress. mounted on a metal frame.
A Lullaby of Broadway
“I was sitting in my room,” declared one hotel resident, “when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and three or four men forced their way in. I was totally surprised. They pushed me onto the bed and put a belt around my arms. Someone kept my face pushed into the mattress until they got a pillowcase over my head. One of them pressed my eyes into the sockets with his fingers.”
By Merton Gaudette, Jan. 12, 1978 | Read full article
Winos share their Mickeys, pint bottles of port wine, which are swaddled in brown paper bags not to deceive the law but from kindness.
Plaza Suite
There are three subcultures in Horton Plaza: Resigned and rootless old men, like me, who want no trouble and make none, who come there to ruminate and warm their bones; the winos, sharing their Mickeys, pint bottles of port wine, which are swaddled in brown paper bags not to deceive the law but from kindness (that way, no one knows and so need feel no guilt when he takes the last swallow left).
By John B. Koffend, Jan. 18, 1979 | Read full article
Sounds like you’re from the South. I’ve never been there — maybe you'll tell me about it. About the people, the smells, the hot steam that’d come off the yards after a summer rain.
A Small Room at the End of the Hall
So please, let me take your picture. Let me take your picture! I want to see what you think of yourself. If you’re proud and sure, you’ll look right at me. If you’re scared and are wishing to hell that I would leave you alone, that I’d let you live in your shell and not have to be looked at or asked a question or an opinion, then you’ll turn away. You’ll turn and you’ll laugh. Because you feel that I’m taking something away from you.
By Richard Smith, Oct. 14, 1982 | Read full article
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