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Neighbors have been calling the San Diego police for four years
Thank you, Kitty, for this personal account of an unfortunate and all-too-common phenomenon. I read your piece with genuine interest and enjoyment, but wonder about some of the details. First, has anyone in the neighborhood recently (or, perhaps, ever) knocked on the door to try to talk to The Old Man, his son, or the girlfriend, or is the Bad House only considered approachable by criminals and the police? Considering the parade of strangers who make their way safely in and out of the property, I'd be inclined to take a can of WD-40 to that back gate at my earliest convenience. But that may just be me and my own neighborhood m.o. Do you suppose that a coalition of neighbors might be willing to stage a guerilla cleanup of the yard? I recognize that there's a larger concern at issue here, and that the aesthetics are merely a symptom of that larger problem, but it seems obvious from your article that there is no official, systemic hostility harsh enough to effect meaningful change, which at least suggests the possibility that "killing them with kindness" would produce more desirable results.— March 13, 2012 11:06 p.m.