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Police dogs trained in Rose Canyon
Baja gumshoe, bull horns cause unusual wounds, Check Cashiers on Market St., Turkish rugs in Mission Hills, how comedians survive in San Diego
Vic Beltran. It takes Johnson and his main trainer, Vic Beltran, about three months to get the dog and its handler ready for street work.
Oceanside police use tougher dogs
Lang ordered the man to halt and drop the gun. He kept coming. So the officer set the dog on the man. When Fritz jumped him, the gun went flying away and the man went down. The suspect repeatedly kicked the dog in the stomach with his heavy boots until the officer pulled him away and handcuffed him. Lang told his sergeant that if it weren't for Fritz, he would have had to shoot the man.
By Neal Matthews, Aug. 4, 1983 Read full article
On the gulf
Jack Divine – Baja private investigator
In recent years the number of stolen planes found in Mexico has dwindled, but there are still enough of them to keep an enterprising investigator busy. Divine, who keeps his own Cessna at Tijuana International Airport, can fly anywhere in Mexico in a few hours. On one of his many trips he might notice an abandoned or suspicious-looking plane standing, say, in a corn field or behind a hangar at an airstrip.
By Gordon Smith, March 31, 1983 Read full article
The physicians duck behind a wooden barrier marked Servicio Medico.
Tijuana's premiere bullfight surgeon
Rodriguez says untrained surgeons often have no idea how many separate trajectories can be created in the instant or two in which the goring takes place. For the victim to recover, each trajectory must be fully explored and cleaned, the broken blood vessels mended, and drainage tubes inserted to clear the infection.
By Jeannette DeWyze, July 30, 1987 Read full article
The Laurence Olivier of Market Street
“What’s the meaning of this outrage?’’ The mink lady’s indignant question was straight out of a Marx Brothers movie. Margaret Dumont couldn't have done it better. "Get your hands off me!’’ she said to the officer who was patting down her mink as if he were beating a carpet. When he stuck his hand in her pocket, she pivoted, bringing her left arm down in a home-run swing.
By J. Stephen Culbertson, Dec. 15, 1983 Read full article
Halit Aydin (far left), Yalcin Kocak (second from right), Hussein Erim (far right)
Millions of tiny knots
One day in early February Carstensen took me into the back room of his store, past all the marvelous Turkish rugs in the showroom that have such a deep aroma. He showed me a frock he wove in 1976 when he was a twenty-seven-year-old cultural studies student at Emerson College, in Sussex, England.
By David Steinman, May 5, 1983 Read full article
Jimmy McGee got a standing ovation at Mickey D’s nightclub in Santee — “a place where I thought I was going to be hung after the show.”
How San Diego's comics and the Comedy Store co-exist
Nearly all of the performers needed practice — some fumbled their lines, some had to refer to notes when they forgot material, others spoke too loudly into the microphone. The customers were restless, and not above hurling insults such as “Nerd!” and “You’re a fag!” and, worst of all, greeting jokes with strained silence.
By Gordon Smith, July 7, 1983 Read full article
Here's something you might be interested in.
Police dogs trained in Rose Canyon
Baja gumshoe, bull horns cause unusual wounds, Check Cashiers on Market St., Turkish rugs in Mission Hills, how comedians survive in San Diego
Police dogs trained in Rose Canyon
Baja gumshoe, bull horns cause unusual wounds, Check Cashiers on Market St., Turkish rugs in Mission Hills, how comedians survive in San Diego
Vic Beltran. It takes Johnson and his main trainer, Vic Beltran, about three months to get the dog and its handler ready for street work.
Oceanside police use tougher dogs
Lang ordered the man to halt and drop the gun. He kept coming. So the officer set the dog on the man. When Fritz jumped him, the gun went flying away and the man went down. The suspect repeatedly kicked the dog in the stomach with his heavy boots until the officer pulled him away and handcuffed him. Lang told his sergeant that if it weren't for Fritz, he would have had to shoot the man.
By Neal Matthews, Aug. 4, 1983 Read full article
On the gulf
Jack Divine – Baja private investigator
In recent years the number of stolen planes found in Mexico has dwindled, but there are still enough of them to keep an enterprising investigator busy. Divine, who keeps his own Cessna at Tijuana International Airport, can fly anywhere in Mexico in a few hours. On one of his many trips he might notice an abandoned or suspicious-looking plane standing, say, in a corn field or behind a hangar at an airstrip.
By Gordon Smith, March 31, 1983 Read full article
The physicians duck behind a wooden barrier marked Servicio Medico.
Tijuana's premiere bullfight surgeon
Rodriguez says untrained surgeons often have no idea how many separate trajectories can be created in the instant or two in which the goring takes place. For the victim to recover, each trajectory must be fully explored and cleaned, the broken blood vessels mended, and drainage tubes inserted to clear the infection.
By Jeannette DeWyze, July 30, 1987 Read full article
The Laurence Olivier of Market Street
“What’s the meaning of this outrage?’’ The mink lady’s indignant question was straight out of a Marx Brothers movie. Margaret Dumont couldn't have done it better. "Get your hands off me!’’ she said to the officer who was patting down her mink as if he were beating a carpet. When he stuck his hand in her pocket, she pivoted, bringing her left arm down in a home-run swing.
By J. Stephen Culbertson, Dec. 15, 1983 Read full article
Halit Aydin (far left), Yalcin Kocak (second from right), Hussein Erim (far right)
Millions of tiny knots
One day in early February Carstensen took me into the back room of his store, past all the marvelous Turkish rugs in the showroom that have such a deep aroma. He showed me a frock he wove in 1976 when he was a twenty-seven-year-old cultural studies student at Emerson College, in Sussex, England.
By David Steinman, May 5, 1983 Read full article
Jimmy McGee got a standing ovation at Mickey D’s nightclub in Santee — “a place where I thought I was going to be hung after the show.”
How San Diego's comics and the Comedy Store co-exist
Nearly all of the performers needed practice — some fumbled their lines, some had to refer to notes when they forgot material, others spoke too loudly into the microphone. The customers were restless, and not above hurling insults such as “Nerd!” and “You’re a fag!” and, worst of all, greeting jokes with strained silence.
By Gordon Smith, July 7, 1983 Read full article
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