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Tuesday, November 20,2012
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Hello, new life

I’m ending this column so I can focus on helping orphans in Mexico

By D.A. Kolodenko
When she was 11, Marzena’s 35-year-old father died of cancer. Four years later, her mother, at age 37, also died of cancer. Relatives decided that 15-year-old Marzena would leave Poland to live with her father’s sister in the United States.
Monday, October 22,2012
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Atop Palomar Mountain

San Diego’s spiritual mecca needs our help

By D.A. Kolodenko
Life is fleeting. It’s good. It’s bad. Then we vanish. It’s pointless one minute and precious the next. Who knows what it’s for?
Monday, September 17,2012
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There are no speakeasies in San Diego

Noble Experiment and Prohibition are more like great saloons

By D.A. Kolodenko
Imagine you’re inside a bar in San Diego. Let’s say it’s in the attic of a shoe-repair shop in a part of town where you don’t want to walk around at night. You can get the password only by sending a self-addressed, stamped envelope to a post-office box.
Wednesday, August 22,2012
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Soul sores

10 disgraces of San Diego spaces

By D.A. Kolodenko
There may be more pressing misuses of our public and private spaces, like lack of adequate homeless shelters, but these are my 10 pet peeves of the last 10 years. The dominant theme: carelessness.
Wednesday, July 18,2012
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Friday the 13th was just another day

Get over it already!

By D.A. Kolodenko
Last Friday was Friday the 13th! So what? You don’t actually believe that bullshit, do you? Apparently, you do. Or at least a lot of you do.
Wednesday, June 20,2012
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Why I prefer bars without televisions

Starlite Lounge and Jaynes Gastropub are two local spots that understand

By D.A. Kolodenko
I like endearing aspects of our culture that are fading away, and a main one is a bar without a television.
Wednesday, May 23,2012
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Remembering the Great Blackout of 2011

What were you doing when we all went off the grid?

By D.A. Kolodenko
Earlier this month, the Federal Energy Regulation Commission (FERC) ended its eight-month review of the massive power outage across San Diego, Imperial County, Yuma and Baja California on Sept. 8, 201
Wednesday, April 18,2012
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Welcome to San Diego, where hate happens

Remembering the day I got beaten up in La Jolla

By D.A. Kolodenko
The patrol car arrived and two officers stepped out and took a look at us teenage musicians with our weird clothes and knew all they needed to know.
Wednesday, March 21,2012
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Celebrating San Diego’s grunion run

These sexy little beasts are a late-night beach tradition

By D.A. Kolodenko
There’s a legend among grunion enthusiasts that catching a grunion, kissing it and releasing it back to the sea brings much better luck than killing and cooking it.
Wednesday, February 22,2012
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Remembering my near encounter with the Clairemont tank guy

A visit to Mesa College takes me back to 1995 and the last day of Shawn Nelson’s life

By D.A. Kolodenko
I half-expected to see bomb payloads raining down on the mundane suburban street. But it wasn’t a large-scale war that had come to Clairemont that afternoon; it was one unemployed tweaker’s war against his own nightmarish web of powerlessness, and I’d just missed him.
 
 
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