“My dad kept asking me, ‘When are you going to make money out of your hobby?’”
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Stories by Matthew Lickona
“If we vinify like Australia has been doing, we’re going to end up with hedonistic wines.”
“I don’t want to stare at bottles simply because they’re that special.”
“I loved diving into a tank and having to scoop out 8000 pounds of expired must.”
“They don’t drink any white wine, and they don’t drink any cheap wine.”
“Nothing is complete — things are chopped off, or they run off the edge of the canvas.”
“I was drinking these great bottles and saying to my wife, ‘This is out of control!’ ”
“A client wanted something signed. He had this crate next to him, and he just started doodling.”
We used to decorate the outside of our house, but not anymore. We put a bow in front of our gate and we put lights up, that's about it. I always wanted the moving reindeer, but no.
“It’s not like he’s a control freak or anything, it’s just that he likes growing grapes.”
“I was going to be a pseudo-lab-and-cellar guy. I thought, ‘I’ll get to see all the different aspects.’”
The telapia is seasoned with Spike. “I don’t use pepper, and I don’t use regular salt. They scared you away from salt 30, 40 years ago. We get a salt from, what is it, Utah?“
“You or I could go to Sausage King and get the very same ingredients that Klaus gets, and yet there’s a little touch they give these Europeans. They know just how to do it. They won’t let you know.”
"The Hilton was a place you could go and meet people your own age. It was E Street, it was Johnny Love’s, it was all of the above.” And the crowd was precisely to his liking.
When I first visited, Craig was living in Escondido and Lisa in Valley Center. But Valley Center, says Shelby, “was a very small little farm town, and I got tired of it."
You can still see downtown, but a new condo complex blocks much of the bay view. “It’s not the same as one floor up, where you get the whole bay. It’s $150,000 more for the whole bay.”
I see Asian gang cars some nights, in a long caravan down the Mira Mesa Boulevard. They meet at In-N-Out Burger before heading off for illegal street races on Kearny Villa Road or in Sorrento Valley.
As State Street crosses Laurel heading north, its name changes suddenly to Reynard, and a little blue street sign welcomes you to Mission Hills. Don’t be fooled. This is Baja Mission Hills, like Kensington too …
She split time between Orange County and Pacific Beach, where she had a boyfriend. She didn’t like PB much. “It was just college kids burning up their parents’ money. It was an interesting time.”
“There’s this one restaurant in Point Loma that makes this white jalapeño cheese sauce for their chips. They finally printed it out for me. I’m going to make some kind of pasta and chicken.”
“I saw a little bit of the receding hairline,” says Steve. Rather than take up the bitter struggle, he shaved himself bald. “You know, I’m married, I’ve got a child; vanity’s not really high on my li.”
They came from assimilated, non-practicing families. They met at UCSD, then transferred together to UCLA. They spent a year in Israel. There — or rather, here — they met a young rabbi.. “We started asking questions."
"Everything in the Amazon Sweet Shop was sweetened with honey or maple syrup. We used to make green tea ice cream for the Prophet. Kung Food used to have us in their little deli. People’s in Ocean Beach...”
The period chandelier in the dining room hints at what the kitchen confirms: this is not simply an older house or “updated” older house. This is a total remodel
“Amtrak employees are social people. Because it’s a travel thing, not many marriages work; most of her friends are single. Luckily, Laura got a steady route, so she has, more or less, a normal job.”
"Now that Encinitas is a city, it’s an historic building, When old timers found out we were restoring it instead, they first couldn’t believe it, and then they started bringing me books and articles."
“I don’t want any help. Every time you involve another person, there’s a personal interaction: who they are, who you are, what they smell like, what they talk like, everything else like that.”
Earlier, while we were discussing family, I had told Kim that I have three children. While plates are passed, she turns to George. “See, George, he has three kids. It’s a lot of work."
“To the best of my knowledge, when you go to a restaurant-supply store to look at chairs, there is an idea of quick turn, medium turn, and slow turn” that influences the sort of chair …
"I'm horrified," says Quigley. "They're really not learning, I don't think, from the idea of making something that's unique to Little Italy. They're doing it in the most superficial way possible, which is stylistic.”
The first thing they did after he died was clean him up, an incredibly tender gesture It had been him, and they treated his body with kind regard. They removed his clothes and scrubbed him all over.
“I used to love me a pork chop, like I used to smoke cigarettes. Then I heard that my father lost one of his lungs, so I decided, ‘That’s enough Marlboros for me.' "
“These cranes are pretty nice rigs,” he told me. “They handle nice. It’s kind of like a car. [Just like little cars], the smaller the crane, the whippier it is — the quicker around.”
“I thought, ‘I cannot drive Aldine [a windy, canyon-hugging road] every day. It’ll freak me out.’ We looked in Normal Heights, and there were times we’d go to open houses, and I’d get this really uneasy feeling.”
“Kaddafi was very well educated.” She was impressed with his success in preventing harm from coming to the Italians when they were deported from Libya and with his decision to leave a Catholic cathedral standing in Tripoli.
His parents got divorced “after 37 years of marriage. Seven kids and 37 years later — it was like, ‘You’re what?’ It happened right in my salon back in Minnesota. I see my mom out there pacing.”
As the election looms on the horizon, abortion swirls in the cool fall air at San Diego State University, now enshrouding the entire spectacle, now skittering about the edges, now fading from sight, only to …
To commemorate Father's Day, this issue contains a collection of reflections from Reader writers about their fathers: The Last Tag Sale — Jeanne Schinto An Air of Exoticism — Duncan Shepherd Kinder Than I Would …
There is nothing better for a man but that he should eat and drink and find enjoyment in his toil. This also, I saw, is from the hand of God. — Ecclesiastes 2:24 My father’s …
“I think I owe this country something. I think what I’m doing now, becoming a student, getting a job, doing the whole capitalism thing— I think that’s what I owe this country."
“My roommate is a diehard Catholic, and she gets all ticked off, because, like, I didn’t know that you had to be part of the Church to take the bread and wine, which I always did.”
“Janet lived alone in a Paris hotel,” Murray tells me, “so she didn’t have to worry about housekeeping and chores and all of that; she could just concentrate on being a writer.”
You go away to college, and you have a certain percentage of friends who don’t go. Well, within the first year and a half, you have nothing in common. You’re going to class full-time, they’re working at McDonald’s.”
“Honey, honey, don’t run! Please, honey, stay there!” The girl strains forward and yells from the back seat of the patrol car. But as the officer door-knocks, Honey bails through the living room window into …
A story shared between men, both in their 20s, both fathers: “I’m coming up Montezuma, and I see a pickup truck in the left-turn lane with its hazard lights on. I pull over to help …