Sunday night. Dusk. The San Ysidro border crossing car lines moving like slow, methodical worms whose rubber feet advance one at a time, undulating. From where I'm standing, behind the arched emigration office — Mexico’s …
April 27, 1978
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Stories by Neal Matthews (RIP)
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The story behind Tijuana's plastic statues
San Diego's Bottom Scratchers – grandfathers of scuba diving, fathers of skin diving
He and Potts were able to go deeper and stay longer. The forty-pound halibut and fifty-pound white sea bass and three hundred-pound jewfish languishing off Casa Cove began to look accessible to them.
March 30, 1978
Buying liquor and wine in Tijuana
The first Mexico stories I ever heard were as a result of being dispatched to San Diego to undergo the trials and errors of bootcamp. In the first few days, even before they slipped us …
February 9, 1978