Video:GOLDEN DREAMS: Biophilic design connects people to nature“We’re tucking our kids into the fridge at night,” says Bob Burnett. “It’s not right.” Indeed, while San Diegans are enjoying (or cursing) the summer heat, many Kiwis, …
Some samples of his early writing:
July 25, 1996:Song for the Uprooted (mariachi music in TJ's Zona Norte)
March 19, 1998: Larry's Best Gal (interview with Larry Lawrence aide Norma Nicolls)
March 16, 1995: Coyote, Tarantula, Silence, Sea (the four corners of San Diego County)
Sept. 24, 1998: Cunanan's Last Laugh (computer game based on gay serial killer)
March 25, 1999: Kidnapped! (Georgina Crespo's abduction from Coronado Cays)
Articles by Bill Manson
Who knew that power boats would be the news at this year’s America’s Cup? The world’s oldest sporting competition — for sailboats, mind you — starts up again later this month in Barcelona, Spain. No …
Video:GOLDEN DREAMS: Igor the pelican is hungryA funny old bird is the pelicanHis beak can hold more than his belican. Food for a week he can hold in his beak, But I don’t know how the helican.That’s …
I’m at the bus stop. The one right outside the Bullpen bar in IB. Problem: last bus heading north to Coronado is gone. It’s after midnight. I’m broke. No way up the Silver Strand. And …
Could New Zealand ever be the happiest nation on earth for insects, mushrooms, plants, and animals — as well as people? I’m curious as to the answer, because down here in the less-populated South Island, …
Video:GOLDEN DREAMS: Steen Rasmussen is banking on biochar“Biochar!” says Steen out of the blue.“Say what?” says Erik.Steen Rasmussen and I are hooped over the bar at McP’s Irish Pub in Coronado with my friend Erik …
“I keep coming back,” says the elderly lady with the walker-wheeler, Lupita. “I’ve been coming here for forty years.”“That’s more than I can say,” says Israel. Izzy. He’s sitting at 90 degrees from Lupita in …
Video:GOLDEN DREAMS: Luke Fink, a drifter headed for homeI meet him at LAX, at one of those tables where you go to charge your iPhone. He’s watching video of cars hurling themselves around bends in …
His watery eyes are open, but they don’t blink. He’s spreadeagled on his cushion at the foot of Papa Joe’s stool, his nose and mouth splayed over his black and yellowish toenails.“It’s his last night,” …