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Peter Jensen, the bridge-lover
When they hunted in the middle of town, Spanish Village stabbing, the Copleys and Nixon,Sharon Doubiago's Ramona
Pine Valley. We slide down a bank, duck under a huge concrete wall stretching into space, and crawl to a place where the ground is a few feet below the bridge.
Bridges of San Diego County
- I drive the roads of San Diego County with an agenda: You don’t know when you might spot another canyon dancer, a concrete Nureyev. I hike gorges and find them in places called Goat Canyon and Pine Valley Creek, their sweet lines out of sight from all but the worshipful.
- By Peter Jensen, Sept. 15, 1994
Corte Madera Lake, c. 1941 – 12 hunters, 120 ducks, (Wilbur Kelley seventh from left)
Hunters remember a wilder, bloodier San Diego
- "When I was a kid, every Saturday, Sunday morning I'd go across the street, 'cross Main Street, where it's now Tenth Street Terminal. It was all wetlands in there before they filled it in. San Diego Lumber Company had their yards in there, and there were doves in there till hell wouldn't have 'em. I'd go in there and kill 15, 20 doves. Shooting them on the ground."
- By Jud Weaver, Sept. 1, 1994
Keith Hill: “I’ve got nothing to say. I was stabbed seven times."
Spanish Village shaken by mystery stabbing
- March 23, 1991. A dark night. Linda Kadubec is finishing up in the Potters’ Guild shop and work studio in Spanish Village, the artists’ village in Balboa Park. Fifty yards away in Studio 16, Xian (pronounced Christian) Yeagan, a gem engraver, a sculptor of crystal, a student of lapidary — and on the outgoing tide of a relationship with Kadubec at the time — is also cleaning up.
- By Bill Manson, Aug. 4, 1994
The Nixon campaign travels down Broadway in San Diego, October 1956. Copley knew Nixon even before he ran for Congress.
The San Diego Union, Evening Tribune, and Nixon
- In the days following the death of Richard Nixon, a series of reminiscences about the battered political warrior began to appear in the pages of the Union-Tribune. Editor Jerry Warren, once a Nixon press aide, wrote that Nixon had resigned the presidency not because he was about to be impeached but because Nixon believed “that the presidency, and America’s standing in the world, had to be protected. He could not prolong the trauma of Watergate.”
- By Matt Potter, July 28, 1994
Now up dark twisting Clevenger Canyon, the road I learned to drive on. Daddy screaming at me.
Ramona Then, Ramona Now
- I flew from Asheville, North Carolina, the town made famous by Thomas Wolfe's book You Can't Go Home Again and ancestral home of my maternal grandfather, Guy Clarke, of Scotslrish-Cherokee descent, to Los Angeles, then drove to Ramona, my hometown in northeastern San Diego County, arriving after 1:00 a.m., November 3, 1992 — Election Day!
- By Sharon Doubiago, July 14, 1994
Peso market in Calexico. The Chinese putting money behind the Peso stores along Imperial Avenue are from Hong Kong,
Chinese hiding under a rock in Baja
- The Chinese let the Japanese take the heat and seemed to disappear under the rocks. The Chinese were there in WWII. They’ve been there since the time they are said to have dug tunnels under the border from Mexicali to Calexico to traffic in men. To the first Chinese, the blacks were the first Americans, and the Chinese included blacks when they said “lofan,”literally, “foreigner,” meaning, “not Chinese,” slang for “American.”.
- By Frank Chin, May 5, 1994
Souk So: “The Pol Pot time was bad. Really bad.”
Under the Khmer Rouge We Were the Water Buffalo
- In the dark Sopheap Cheam, ten, puts his foot through a body. A rotting, maggot-filled stomach, up to his calf. He yanks it out with a shudder. Grabs at the nearest leaves and starts frantically wiping away at his leg, flicking the maggots off, almost gagging at the smell. It is midnight. The half-starved little boy is on a desperate mission to find his parents. He has escaped from a Khmer Rouge work camp for boys.
- By Bill Manson, March 31, 1994
Waimea Bay. There were pictures of guys taking horrible wipeouts on monster waves at Waimea and pictures of bleeding guys who had hit the reef at Pipeline.
Coronado's surfer Marty Horvath thrashed in Hawaii, finds God
- Some pretty radical things happened my senior year of high school, beginning with my dad dying of a heart attack. My dad was only 51 when he died — a big strong construction worker with Popeye arms. I could punch my dad as hard as I wanted in the stomach and it was like nothing to him. You didn’t mess with my dad. He was lord of the house. He wasn’t abusive or anything. He was a kind man, but if you messed with him, he would kill you.
- By Marty Horvath with Steve Sorensen, March 3, 1994
Racja conducts a tour for students. Rajca explains “how belief in evolution led to death for thousands.”
A little bit east of Eden
- When I was living in Los Angeles years ago, a door-to-door solicitor pitching San Diego vacations and tours showed me a brochure of local attractions. Included on the list was the Museum of Creation and Earth History in Santee. In the years since then, the museum has attracted worldwide interest, especially after its 1992 expansion, following a two-year remodeling. In addition to widespread newspaper coverage, CNN, the BBC, and French TV have sent teams to report on the museum
- By Tom McIver, Nov. 3, 1994
Mitrananda: “He met Woodrow Wilson’s daughter. He met the daughter of Leo Tolstoy."
Those who knew Yogananda — Encinitas' swami
- If anyone ever writes a Guidebook to Supernatural San Diego, one chapter will have to be set on the bluff in Encinitas where the coastline takes a bend eastward. The Self-Realization Fellowship owns about 13 acres there, property which overlooks a breathtaking expanse of the ocean and stretches, on its eastern perimeter, for a full city block along Highway 101.
- By Jeannette DeWyze, Oct. 20, 1994
Angelita Gigletto, David de Alba. "David is amenable to the people. You see, you could be having some wine downstairs. He comes to you and he responds."
San Diego's hot-blooded flamenco subculture
- I saw nothing unusual about a Chinaman kid dabbling in flamenco guitar. I liked it. Then Jackson Burgess, a writer from the South, sat down next to me as I practiced one afternoon. Teacher to student, father to son, brother to brother, friend to friend, he said the reason I played flamenco guitar was that I was a Chinese-American who couldn't accept either my Chinese or my American identity and was attempting to manufacture a new one as a Spanish gypsy guitarist.
- By Frank Chin, Oct. 13, 1994
Sior Rouge by David Baze
David Baze — true San Diego realist
- Some critics have been adoring: "David Baze is simply a great artist." Others complain: "David Baze's paintings reek of emotional estrangement. Men and women rarely commune in these light-infused scenes — their bodes are neighbors, their minds, strangers."
- By Patrick Daugherty, Oct. 6, 1994
Here's something you might be interested in.
Peter Jensen, the bridge-lover
When they hunted in the middle of town, Spanish Village stabbing, the Copleys and Nixon,Sharon Doubiago's Ramona
Peter Jensen, the bridge-lover
When they hunted in the middle of town, Spanish Village stabbing, the Copleys and Nixon,Sharon Doubiago's Ramona
Pine Valley. We slide down a bank, duck under a huge concrete wall stretching into space, and crawl to a place where the ground is a few feet below the bridge.
Bridges of San Diego County
- I drive the roads of San Diego County with an agenda: You don’t know when you might spot another canyon dancer, a concrete Nureyev. I hike gorges and find them in places called Goat Canyon and Pine Valley Creek, their sweet lines out of sight from all but the worshipful.
- By Peter Jensen, Sept. 15, 1994
Corte Madera Lake, c. 1941 – 12 hunters, 120 ducks, (Wilbur Kelley seventh from left)
Hunters remember a wilder, bloodier San Diego
- "When I was a kid, every Saturday, Sunday morning I'd go across the street, 'cross Main Street, where it's now Tenth Street Terminal. It was all wetlands in there before they filled it in. San Diego Lumber Company had their yards in there, and there were doves in there till hell wouldn't have 'em. I'd go in there and kill 15, 20 doves. Shooting them on the ground."
- By Jud Weaver, Sept. 1, 1994
Keith Hill: “I’ve got nothing to say. I was stabbed seven times."
Spanish Village shaken by mystery stabbing
- March 23, 1991. A dark night. Linda Kadubec is finishing up in the Potters’ Guild shop and work studio in Spanish Village, the artists’ village in Balboa Park. Fifty yards away in Studio 16, Xian (pronounced Christian) Yeagan, a gem engraver, a sculptor of crystal, a student of lapidary — and on the outgoing tide of a relationship with Kadubec at the time — is also cleaning up.
- By Bill Manson, Aug. 4, 1994
The Nixon campaign travels down Broadway in San Diego, October 1956. Copley knew Nixon even before he ran for Congress.
The San Diego Union, Evening Tribune, and Nixon
- In the days following the death of Richard Nixon, a series of reminiscences about the battered political warrior began to appear in the pages of the Union-Tribune. Editor Jerry Warren, once a Nixon press aide, wrote that Nixon had resigned the presidency not because he was about to be impeached but because Nixon believed “that the presidency, and America’s standing in the world, had to be protected. He could not prolong the trauma of Watergate.”
- By Matt Potter, July 28, 1994
Now up dark twisting Clevenger Canyon, the road I learned to drive on. Daddy screaming at me.
Ramona Then, Ramona Now
- I flew from Asheville, North Carolina, the town made famous by Thomas Wolfe's book You Can't Go Home Again and ancestral home of my maternal grandfather, Guy Clarke, of Scotslrish-Cherokee descent, to Los Angeles, then drove to Ramona, my hometown in northeastern San Diego County, arriving after 1:00 a.m., November 3, 1992 — Election Day!
- By Sharon Doubiago, July 14, 1994
Peso market in Calexico. The Chinese putting money behind the Peso stores along Imperial Avenue are from Hong Kong,
Chinese hiding under a rock in Baja
- The Chinese let the Japanese take the heat and seemed to disappear under the rocks. The Chinese were there in WWII. They’ve been there since the time they are said to have dug tunnels under the border from Mexicali to Calexico to traffic in men. To the first Chinese, the blacks were the first Americans, and the Chinese included blacks when they said “lofan,”literally, “foreigner,” meaning, “not Chinese,” slang for “American.”.
- By Frank Chin, May 5, 1994
Souk So: “The Pol Pot time was bad. Really bad.”
Under the Khmer Rouge We Were the Water Buffalo
- In the dark Sopheap Cheam, ten, puts his foot through a body. A rotting, maggot-filled stomach, up to his calf. He yanks it out with a shudder. Grabs at the nearest leaves and starts frantically wiping away at his leg, flicking the maggots off, almost gagging at the smell. It is midnight. The half-starved little boy is on a desperate mission to find his parents. He has escaped from a Khmer Rouge work camp for boys.
- By Bill Manson, March 31, 1994
Waimea Bay. There were pictures of guys taking horrible wipeouts on monster waves at Waimea and pictures of bleeding guys who had hit the reef at Pipeline.
Coronado's surfer Marty Horvath thrashed in Hawaii, finds God
- Some pretty radical things happened my senior year of high school, beginning with my dad dying of a heart attack. My dad was only 51 when he died — a big strong construction worker with Popeye arms. I could punch my dad as hard as I wanted in the stomach and it was like nothing to him. You didn’t mess with my dad. He was lord of the house. He wasn’t abusive or anything. He was a kind man, but if you messed with him, he would kill you.
- By Marty Horvath with Steve Sorensen, March 3, 1994
Racja conducts a tour for students. Rajca explains “how belief in evolution led to death for thousands.”
A little bit east of Eden
- When I was living in Los Angeles years ago, a door-to-door solicitor pitching San Diego vacations and tours showed me a brochure of local attractions. Included on the list was the Museum of Creation and Earth History in Santee. In the years since then, the museum has attracted worldwide interest, especially after its 1992 expansion, following a two-year remodeling. In addition to widespread newspaper coverage, CNN, the BBC, and French TV have sent teams to report on the museum
- By Tom McIver, Nov. 3, 1994
Mitrananda: “He met Woodrow Wilson’s daughter. He met the daughter of Leo Tolstoy."
Those who knew Yogananda — Encinitas' swami
- If anyone ever writes a Guidebook to Supernatural San Diego, one chapter will have to be set on the bluff in Encinitas where the coastline takes a bend eastward. The Self-Realization Fellowship owns about 13 acres there, property which overlooks a breathtaking expanse of the ocean and stretches, on its eastern perimeter, for a full city block along Highway 101.
- By Jeannette DeWyze, Oct. 20, 1994
Angelita Gigletto, David de Alba. "David is amenable to the people. You see, you could be having some wine downstairs. He comes to you and he responds."
San Diego's hot-blooded flamenco subculture
- I saw nothing unusual about a Chinaman kid dabbling in flamenco guitar. I liked it. Then Jackson Burgess, a writer from the South, sat down next to me as I practiced one afternoon. Teacher to student, father to son, brother to brother, friend to friend, he said the reason I played flamenco guitar was that I was a Chinese-American who couldn't accept either my Chinese or my American identity and was attempting to manufacture a new one as a Spanish gypsy guitarist.
- By Frank Chin, Oct. 13, 1994
Sior Rouge by David Baze
David Baze — true San Diego realist
- Some critics have been adoring: "David Baze is simply a great artist." Others complain: "David Baze's paintings reek of emotional estrangement. Men and women rarely commune in these light-infused scenes — their bodes are neighbors, their minds, strangers."
- By Patrick Daugherty, Oct. 6, 1994