He smeared my whole body and face with mineral oil and began rubbing it around with a machine that whined and felt warm. A cord led from his hand over to one of the big black machines. An indicator needle jumped back and forth when he touched my body. The sign on the machine said it was an “Ultra Sonar.” I recognized this to be what some of the other guests at the hotel described as “Henry’s jackhammer.”
By Steve Sorensen, March 16, 1978 | Read full article
“Let’s see, you oversee everything from the Imperial County to Tecate. How many people are working for you?”
“I’ve got them spread all over the place. There are 270 agents in the district.”
“How many illegals are you catching?”
“That fluctuates an awful lot. Last year at this time, we’d catch from three to five hundred a day. Now we’re catching under a hundred a day.”
That matches what Mitchell said. “Where have the illegals gone?”
By Patrick Daugherty, April 2, 1998 | Read full article
Fabio is now living, legally, in San Diego. I ask about village life. “In many ways it’s better in the States. I have a wife and three kids and I can put meat on the table. Over there (Jacumé) it’s always beans for supper, if you’re lucky. But the people in San Diego, they’re not friendly; I miss my family, my town. That’s why it’s really good to be able to come here and visit."
By Patrick Daugherty, April 19, 1990 | Read full article
Bankhead Springs is wholly owned by Helen, an 87-year-old woman who purchased it m 1939 with her husband Alvan. (The place is named after Senator John Hollis Bankhead of Arizona, who was related to Tallulah Bankhead.) Alvan died a few years back; Helen continues living in a downstairs room of the hotel, which is otherwise closed — although she keeps the seven rooms furnished and clean in case friends stop by.
By Roger Anderson, Feb 22, 1990 | Read full article
“He answered the door with a shotgun under his arm. We explained our situation, and he put us in his old pickup truck to take us to a gas station, where we could get a wrecker to tow us. Whether he was sleepy or drunk, I don’t know, but he was driving crazy, and we went sailing off the road into a meadow. So we left him with the truck and started walking.”
By Jeanne Schinto, Jan. 23, 2003 | Read full article
The five-man partnership that purchased it included Bing Crosby and A. Cal Rossi, and they paid a reported $2.8 million for the 2885-acre resort with its lodge, airstrip, golf course, riding stables, two swimming pools, and ninety-six cabins. Crosby was only a silent partner; the real mover behind the deal was Rossi, who had made a fortune renovating a number of historic hotels and other buildings and wanted to do the same with Warner Springs.
By Gordon Smith, April 15, 1982 | Read full article
One salesperson recalls a well-known San Diego businessman visiting the ranch in 1984 with a woman other than his wife. “It was kind of comical because he just showed up in his Mercedes and wanted to check out the golf course.” When told only ranch-owners could play the course, he introduced himself, perhaps thinking his weighty name would get him onto the greens. “I know who you are,” the salesperson told him.
By Jackie McGrath, May 4, 1989 | Read full article