The latest Christian worship fad – in National City In one pickup truck, a teenager has his arm stretched across the seat back. The boy's hand is fondling his girlfriend’s hair, but the girl is …
Articles by Connie Bruck
End of the cool life in South Mission The mudflats sometimes stank at low tide; it wasn’t really a bad smell, but a grassy, muddy smell that could be pleasant if you associated it with …
Too Outrageous for La Jolla Beach People say old surfers never die. They dry up like some sunbaked seaweed and are blown away by the offshore breeze. Before their end, they may move the knotty …
Apostolic Prayer Temple, house of exaltation I came here, to the Apostolic Prayer Temple, a storefront in between a nightclub and a fish market in Encanto, to see the Rev. Tom Shaw in the Gospel …
Eight Ball in the Corner Pocket You could smoke a joint so long as you kept it at a respectable distance from Mrs. Yamada. You could do most anything you wanted except fight, which brought …
I am my own queen "Once, a guy, a drunk guy took my taxi from downtown. He wanted to go to this particular colonia, this neighborhood. It was raining, I remember. When I got there, …
Mood on Campus "I just said I hope 19 — marijuana — passes." "Yeah, I do too. But I don't think it stands a chance." "I'd rather have it win than McGovern." "Well, I'd rather …
Why Those Little Punks By Jeff Spurrier, Aug. 3, 1978 | Read full article The Zeros, in typically unpretentious fashion, have assumed the empty throne as San Diego's best New Wave band, and they show …
Bound for Boston Ride-sharing: Don't go near a 3x5 card on a bulletin board. Rosie made her appearance. She was accompanied by a suntanned twenty-two-year-old wearing a headband and short pants. His name was Henry. …