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Reader writer and writer wife marry in Las Vegas
Letters to her WWII vet husband, they met at Mira Mesa Blvd. traffic light, interviews of those getting marriage licenses
“Cynthia, if you do not materialize in the next 15 seconds, I am going to have an emotional collapse in front of a man wearing the world's largest toupee."
The Bride Wore Black Linen
- I can locate our Hour Farthest from God as being on the AstroTurf patio of the Little Chapel of the Bells. Cynthia had been expressing what I considered an eccentric fascination with the elusive Charlotte Richards.
- I dragged her out onto the patio. It was very hot. There were homeless people on the sidewalk screaming and urinating on themselves and pestering us for cigarettes. The dog was panting. I knew I had to act fast.
- By Abe Opincar, Oct. 10, 1996
James Churchill's headstone, Mount Hope Cemetery. I couldn’t face it—your dying. Later that day a nurse got in touch with me, and asked if you would like to sell any of your organs. I said no, I want you back whole.I Loved You with All My Heart
- I wish you could see our new “Boulevard” sign. Our councilperson put it up. There has been so much building going on and they are going to tear down a whole block in Hillcrest. Remember when we used to go to Pernicano’s (at least 25 years ago)? And once we ate in that expensive place near there. Come on home, honey, so we can go to the Black Angus or Red Fox for a steak again.
- By Margaret Churchill, Feb. 9, 1995
Why Knot?
- Randy said that some years ago he bought a thirty-foot trimaran, intending to sail it to the South Pacific. “Now we’re going to fly to the South Pacific on our second anniversary,’’ said Robin. “We both feel we’ve had our independence. Randy has his boat and I own a house. And we decided, at last, that we wanted something more than just our own independence."
- By Joe Applegate, Nov. 30, 1978
Erwin Castillo & Brianne StewartErwin Has no Bad Qualities
- “I met her at a traffic light,” Mr. Castillo says and chuckles, “at the corner of Mira Mesa Boulevard and Camino Ruiz. I was in the left turn lane talking to a friend when a silver VW Jetta pulled up beside me. I thought, ‘Wow!’ Brianne was going to the bank and wanted to get into the left lane. I rolled down my window and told her, ‘I’ll let you in if you give me your phone number.’”
- June 24, 2002
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Reader writer and writer wife marry in Las Vegas
Letters to her WWII vet husband, they met at Mira Mesa Blvd. traffic light, interviews of those getting marriage licenses
Reader writer and writer wife marry in Las Vegas
Letters to her WWII vet husband, they met at Mira Mesa Blvd. traffic light, interviews of those getting marriage licenses
“Cynthia, if you do not materialize in the next 15 seconds, I am going to have an emotional collapse in front of a man wearing the world's largest toupee."
The Bride Wore Black Linen
- I can locate our Hour Farthest from God as being on the AstroTurf patio of the Little Chapel of the Bells. Cynthia had been expressing what I considered an eccentric fascination with the elusive Charlotte Richards.
- I dragged her out onto the patio. It was very hot. There were homeless people on the sidewalk screaming and urinating on themselves and pestering us for cigarettes. The dog was panting. I knew I had to act fast.
- By Abe Opincar, Oct. 10, 1996
- James Churchill's headstone, Mount Hope Cemetery. I couldn’t face it—your dying. Later that day a nurse got in touch with me, and asked if you would like to sell any of your organs. I said no, I want you back whole.
I Loved You with All My Heart
- I wish you could see our new “Boulevard” sign. Our councilperson put it up. There has been so much building going on and they are going to tear down a whole block in Hillcrest. Remember when we used to go to Pernicano’s (at least 25 years ago)? And once we ate in that expensive place near there. Come on home, honey, so we can go to the Black Angus or Red Fox for a steak again.
- By Margaret Churchill, Feb. 9, 1995
Why Knot?
- Randy said that some years ago he bought a thirty-foot trimaran, intending to sail it to the South Pacific. “Now we’re going to fly to the South Pacific on our second anniversary,’’ said Robin. “We both feel we’ve had our independence. Randy has his boat and I own a house. And we decided, at last, that we wanted something more than just our own independence."
- By Joe Applegate, Nov. 30, 1978
- Erwin Castillo & Brianne Stewart
Erwin Has no Bad Qualities
- “I met her at a traffic light,” Mr. Castillo says and chuckles, “at the corner of Mira Mesa Boulevard and Camino Ruiz. I was in the left turn lane talking to a friend when a silver VW Jetta pulled up beside me. I thought, ‘Wow!’ Brianne was going to the bank and wanted to get into the left lane. I rolled down my window and told her, ‘I’ll let you in if you give me your phone number.’”
- June 24, 2002