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Monsters, vegetarians, and Eritreans fit into San Diego well.

Fallbrook

by Laura McNeal
I often feel in downtown Fallbrook that I have walked through a door into the past, the door I have been looking for all my life. It happens at Jerry’s Barber Shop most often. +more

Clairemont

by Thomas Larson
As one of San Diego’s hubs, Clairemont is supremely accessible, lying between I-5 and I-805/163, south of San Clemente Canyon and north of Mission Valley; it’s also supremely in-between. +more

Imperial Beach

by Bill Manson
You’ll sit next to off-duty Customs and Border Patrol guys, nurses, teachers, actors, trailer-park retirees, long-bearded musicians, eccentrics, and even the odd millionaire. +more

Rolando

by Ernie Grimm
Almost all of the houses in Rolando are less than 1500 square feet. Those that are larger have had additions that mar the quaint symmetry Mr. Daley and his cohorts crafted so carefully. They sit centered on modest-sized lots, evenly spaced from each other. +more

Pacific Beach

by Jeannette De Wyze
Strolling down Garnet when it’s closed to cars and swollen with throngs of young men and women dressed in skimpy clothing who’ve gone through hell to find a parking space, I feel smug. I live a mile north of Crystal Pier, so I can walk or bicycle. I never have to worry about parking. +more

Normal Heights

by Abe Opincar
Over at the Normal Heights Community Planning Committee, well-intentioned activists fret that housing costs are driving immigrants and other low-income minorities from the neighborhood. Most of us, I think, would like to preserve the diversity we enjoy and admire. We’re not sure if it’s possible to maintain it. +more

Mission Valley

by Patrick Brassell
I spent today running from mall to mall, from Fenton Marketplace to Rio Vista Center to Park in the Valley to Mission Valley Center to Mission Valley West to Fashion Valley. I’m exhausted but high, as if I just ran the Rock ’n’ Roll Marathon. I’m not the only one. +more

Southeast San Diego

by Brian Lawless
Although on any given day I don’t usually come in contact with gangs, violence, or drugs, subconsciously I am aware that they are near, and I think that most people in Southeast San Diego are conscious of that fact. I still feel safe in the neighborhood though. +more

La Jolla

by Jonathan Saville
La Jolla is a shoreline and a mountain. Not a big mountain — only 822 feet of it — but it is a lush beauty spot, the higher the lusher. There isn’t much solitude left, for Mount Soledad has been built over from all directions. But on the side overlooking the Pacific, the narrow, winding streets, the thick foliage, the estates hidden behind elaborate grills, and the ever more stupendous views make a trip up the mountain an inspiring experience. +more

Del Dios

by Linda Nevin
Though it’s still green, shady, secluded, these days you can’t miss Del Dios. Blaring yellow signs on Del Dios Highway warn frustrated commuters that they can’t turn left, can’t roar down the hill and use dreamy, bucolic Lake Drive and Del Dios as a speedway shortcut home. +more

Ocean Beach

by Geoff Bouvier
I’ll take the charming anachronism over the “in thing” any day. Just give me the Flat Earth Society, Elizabethan countesses surfing the Internet, and long-haired hippies on Wall Street. +more

Lakeside

by Greg Finley
Lakeside has a reputation of being just another old-fashioned country town inhabited by a bunch of tobacco-chewing, horse-riding, “sheep-luvin’ ” hicks, not to mention being racist, perverted, and generally ignorant. But although the rodeo might be the town’s main attraction, Lakeside has more to offer. +more

Little Italy

by Sue Greenberg
All menus speak Italian, but the real language is gesture. Waiting lists of the weary on the sidewalk’s double-width lean on cement benches, pizza box aloft, admire hues of remaining views, scoop gelato. +more

San Marcos

by Leslie Ryland
Looking for a representative cross-section of San Marcos residents? Try the 24 Hour Fitness in the Vons center at San Marcos Boulevard and Rancho Santa Fe Road any weekday morning around 6:30. +more

South Mission Hills

by Dave Good
The subculture of South Mission Hills is not all that obvious. Most of my neighbors are Hispanic. Central-Mexico Hispanic, as my Mexican-American friends are quick to point out. Somehow, they’ve gotten a toehold on Reynard Way, a cheap-rent zone below the luxe homes on the hill. +more

Mission Hills

by Matthew Lickona and Deirdre Lickona
Every newlywed couple should have such a love nest: oodles of style, worn around the edges, reasonable rent. +more

El Cajon

by Joe Deegan
As squatters suddenly began appearing on ranches in Cajon Valley in the 1860s, so tent communities of homeless people are likely to pop up in various places in El Cajon today. One did recently behind the Gold Coast Apartments on Ballantyne Street. +more

Poway

by Alana Firl
Poway: “The City in the Country.” I was born and raised in Poway, and I can tell you that the slogan has never been accurate. +more

Borrego Springs

by Larry McCaffery
Cats, small dogs, and toddlers don’t last long here (the howl of coyotes can be heard almost every night from my deck). However, my wife and I have discovered that the enormous scorpions who regularly show up in our house make wonderful pets. +more

Barrio Logan

by Dorothy Kronick and Daniel Muñoz Jr.
Barrio Logan is a mixture of homes, markets, Mexican restaurants, and a lot of small businesses that are not exactly environmentally friendly. It is registered as one of the ten most polluted communities in California. Perkins Elementary is probably the only elementary school that has monitors on its rooftops to collect and gauge pollution. +more

Hillcrest

by Fred Moramarco
While Hillcrest is well-known as San Diego’s gay community, two of its lesser-known distinctions are that it is a mecca for the divorced and a haven for ex–New Yorkers. Since I was both, it seemed perfect for me. +more

Downtown

by Matt Potter
The insides of historic buildings have been gutted and their legacies shredded, replaced by high-priced designer versions of history. Tourists and conventioneers crowd the sidewalks, marching into trendy “theme” restaurants. Rum-and-Cokes have been replaced by flavored martinis favored by patrons who were born well after 1975. +more

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