Opinion

Ah, summer.  The smell of chlorine mixed with sunscreen  surrounds the pool at the neighborhood Y.  Sleeveless. Popsicle tongued children who never age.  The familiar sounds of flip flops flip flopping,  dangling off the Ocean Beach Pier  moving with the circadian like rhythm of each wave.  I remember that morning:  witnessing...

As a community newspaper publisher, I spend a lot of time writing and editing stories about the organizations that quietly shape the fabric of our town. Saturday night, I had the privilege of stepping out from behind the keyboard and into the celebration itself,...