San Diego in WWII, bodysurfers, Skip Frye, deep look at San Diego Zoo, Zane Parzen
- Evelyn Walker: “I belong to him. Zane is my arms and my legs. There isn’t any Evelyn.”
- Image by Craig Carlson
- I may be the youngest San Diegan to remember the Second World War, especially the time immediately following the attack on Pearl Harbor. If I get lucky and live to be a hundred years old (who knows, by then 125 years might not be unreasonable), I could be the last surviving San Diegan with memories of that period. And then the newspapers and magazines would seek me out for interviews, all of which would be bothersome for such an old man.
- By Gerald A. Shepherd, Dec. 15, 1983
- A little further up the coast from Cartwright and Bye is the hermetic Boomer Beach crowd of La Jolla, with guys like "Dolphin" Don Riley, "Freeway" Dave Freeman, who some think is among the best body surfers in the world, even though he avoids most contests like ptomaine, and John "Kamikaze Man" Demerjian, who last month badly wrenched the muscles in his neck at Boomer.
- By Neal Matthews, Sept. 8, 1983
- His is a style of surfing that he helped to create in the 1960s when the sport caught its first full blaze of attention. He goes for grace and smoothness and distance. Corky Carroll, one of the top-rated surfers in Frye's heyday, said Frye was always a gentleman in the water, not aggressively territorial as some surfers are in a sport where more often than not there is literally no room for beginners or strangers.
- By Joe Applegate, April 14, 1983
- Thirty-eight years old now, medium small, sweet looking, of Sicilian-English-German descent. An evident but not debilitating limp. Living alone in the wild mountain chaparral east of San Diego, in a plain cabin without utilities. Supported by teaching calculus half-time at a technical college in the city. This is me. By age thirty-four, when I met him, Ignacio had accumulated fifteen years in the prisons of Arizona, New Mexico, and Mexico,
- By Francesca Da Leo, Feb. 10, 1983
- The Big Storm of the day before (30 November) marked the first time in its sixty-six-year history bad weather closed the San Diego Zoo. Fifteen large trees blew down. Several animals panicked, crashed into concrete walls and wire fences. The Arabian oryx “yesterday had a shade tree, and today, a log,” the tour bus driver told passengers. “The oryx are delighted. They've been chewing eucalyptus leaves all day."
- By Judith Moore, Jan. 27, 1983
- It wasn’t a life-and-death decision; she needed a psychiatrist because she was depressed. But ultimately she made his name famous, first in San Diego when she sued him for malpractice (he had lured her into a destructive sexual relationship), then nationally, when a jury ordered him to pay her $4.6 million, the most money ever ordered in a psychological-injury case.
- By Jeannette DeWyze, Jan. 13, 1983
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