A Punch, No Pipe
Q-Ball is full of sh** with his story about getting hit from behind by a steel pipe at the 4th&B show on August 8, 2009 (“Rack ’Em,” “Blurt,” August 20). I saw him get in the face of a girl who was fighting with one of their band girls. Next thing I see is a guy come up to the front of Q-Ball and punch him in the face with his fist, not a pipe. He got knocked down, which made him hit his head — no steel pipe. He should pick on girls his own size. Good luck finding one who is 300-plus pounds! That’s it.
Disease And Fire And Rats
This letter is in response to Joe Deegan’s “An End to the Evil Euc” (“City Lights,” August 20). I live in Scripps Ranch, and I have no use for eucalyptus trees. Many of them in the area are diseased, nothing grows around them, they spring up like weeds, they are infested with rats, and their roots permeate sewer lines.
Contrary to your opinion, they are fire hazards. The seedlings that sprout around them burn like brush, and they are filled with flammable oil. They did have an impact on the 2003 Cedar Fire, and the fire department is correct when it identifies them as a fire hazard. I witnessed 75-foot flames during the 2003 fire, and that wasn’t from brush burning. Large forests of eucalyptus trees burned in the recent fires in Australia. I’ve talked to the horticulturist for the City of San Diego, who considers eucalyptus trees to be an unnatural, destructive vegetation.
My homeowners’ insurance has been canceled three times, and it cost me a fortune. I attempted to put up solar panels to help with the energy crisis; however, the 60-foot trees growing in my neighbors’ yards cast a shadow on my roof, which would have reduced the efficiency of the solar panels. As far as I’m concerned, Scripps Ranch is a victim of the “evil euc.”
Hooray For Us
Well, I really don’t know where to start here. You have published an article (“The Park After Dark,” “City Lights,” August 13) and two letters (August 20) that regard my business on the corner of Fifth and Elm Street in the Banker’s Hill area.
My family has owned City Liquor House for over 25 years, and the business has been here for over 60 years.
You wouldn’t believe the customer service that we give to our customers here; I can’t even believe what I am reading in this article and these letters. I can sit here and write you for days explaining the good things that we have done and continue to do for all our customers, including the homeless.
Yes, we are in the alcohol and tobacco retail industry, and that is what puts the food on our table in my household. My family has been in the business for over 75 years. As far as I know, it is not illegal to sell alcohol to anyone who is over the age of 21 and is not intoxicated.
My store also sells many other things that are not alcohol or tobacco related, such as frozen dinners, fresh deli sandwiches, soda, candy, canned foods, soups, coffee, eggs, milk, medicine, cheese, tortillas, health drinks, health bars, crackers, lottery, cereal, laundry detergent, cleaning supplies, cat food, dog food, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, and many, many other things that we carry in inventory to satisfy our 600 daily satisfied and happy returning customers.
Actually, just as I had expected when I read the article, first I laughed for about five minutes, but then I realized how many other people in this area would feel the same as I, which is to strongly disagree with it. Of course, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and with all respect, I am all for it!
However, there are many things to consider here as far as why the homeless are at the park. I have run this business myself for ten years now and always ask some of these individuals how they became homeless. Many stories are similar and involve divorce and other things like drug addiction and layoffs from work, etc., etc.
I find myself lying in bed at night just thinking of a way to help all these people find a new beginning; over the years I see most of them as my friends, and you would be amazed at how intelligent some of these guys are. They are just stuck in way too deep of a hole and, I guess, just have given up.
Almost all of them are at church every Sunday. I have watched over 400 of them turn their lives around at the new Rescue Mission on First and Elm since it opened about five years ago. It is amazing what most of these people have done with their lives with the help of the mission. They have moved on and still call to update me on their status and still come in if they are ever in the area.
I have done my best and still do to give the homeless positive feelings and keep them strongly encouraged to fight hard and change their lives for the better.
Now, as far as the “mystery” writers that are writing about this story, they should maybe go take a look in downtown, and they will find ten times the homeless sleeping on sidewalks and in front of apartments and condominiums camped out. Far worse than the ones that come all the way up to Banker’s Hill to hide under bridges and sleep in the park, just to get a good night’s sleep and stay away from the far worse trouble in the deeper hearts of downtown.
What would you do if you had no home, nobody to let you sleep at their house, no clothes, no food, except for the only places that give you a temporary home that is nothing like home and the places that give you clothes that don’t fit and the places that give you food that you don’t like but is the only choice on the menu?