El Cajon Smack Talk
I grew up here in El Cajon my whole life, and upon reading the March 12 edition of your paper, “El Cajon: We’re No More Redneck than Chula Vista, Oceanside, or Escondido” (Cover Story), number one, El Cajon is proud of the fact — proud of the fact — of our heritage and that we are rednecks. Number two, you can go to any city in San Diego County and talk crap about them, okay. You can find faults and flaws in every single city in San Diego, and for Manson to come out to El Cajon to write an article about our city — our city — where we live, eat, breathe, love, and everything else, it was an insult, a complete insult to the people of El Cajon, to the city of El Cajon.
Near the end of the article, I understand, you’re going through and you put in a bunch of stuff about, you know, the heritage and everything else and blah, blah, blah, but you know what, the bottom line is, half the people — half the people — that I’ve talked to this morning, which is over 30 people who I’ve talked to, who’ve called and let me know about this article, you know, I read this article, and I’m telling you, it was hard to get past the first half of it. All the smack talk and everything else, you know, it’s bull, it’s bull. And I truly believe that Manson owes the city of El Cajon an apology.
My mother worked for the CDC here in El Cajon for a few years. She worked alongside police officers, alongside storeowners in downtown El Cajon, dealt with the homeless, graffiti, gangs, everything else. We love this city. We love this city. And damn you for coming here, writing this article, when you really don’t have a f***ing clue what our town is about. You think you do. But you can only do so much research. You don’t live here, Mr. Manson.
I would like an apology, and so would the people of El Cajon. Other than that, I love the Reader. I read it religiously. What can I say — this was wrong.
Just finished reading “El Cajon” (Cover Story, March 12). The author caught the flavor of the city I have always had warm, fuzzy feelings about; I’ve lived there twice in my life.
As I remember it when I first moved into the area in 1956, El Cajon had a population of 5000, and 1000 of those souls lived in a trailer (not a mobile home) park. The biggest retail business in town was W.D. Hall’s hardware and lumber; in front of the store was a covered wooden sidewalk, and the customers were real cowboys. No homes were air-conditioned in those days.
Today, El Cajon is an enigma; it is a cosmopolitan city of cowboys, rednecks, Hispanics, Africans, Arabs, and duke’s-mixture Americans, a most delightful atmosphere to dwell in. A person can find excellent diverse ethnic cuisine and culture downtown on Main Street in such places as Ali Baba’s and Victoria’s, along with good beer, company, and conversation at the Grand Bar (the old colorful location, now defunct) with authentic good ol’ rednecks and cowboys.
The Parkway Plaza shopping center, an alternative El Cajon, offers convenient air-conditioned shopping in contrast to the character and culture of Main Street.
El Cajon is a beautiful, hot (temperature) city.
Downtown Is Not Enough
I read Mr. Manson’s article on El Cajon recently, with fascination (“El Cajon: We’re No More Redneck Than Chula Vista, Oceanside, or Escondido,” Cover Story, March 12). I have lived in East County (El Cajon, Santee, and Lakeside) for most of my life and did not know some of the interesting things that he brought up, such as the history of the art in the town and the waste-management deal. I was very impressed that he made his point, for the most part, that the title of the article claimed.
However, I was disappointed to see that each time he talked with a small-business owner, they mentioned how badly they thought of the mayor, and yet Mr. Manson did not inquire as to why those proprietors felt that way when he interviewed Mr. Lewis in his office. There seems to be quite a duality in the article when Mr. Lewis says he welcomes families, especially foreign ones, but does not seem to be supportive of the family-owned businesses that are already there.
I’ve driven through El Cajon proper many, many times in the recent months and have seen the big changes they have made to downtown — but at what cost to the other parts of El Cajon? Besides the redneck stigma, what about the crime-ridden areas? I know the corrupt El Cajon Police Department can hardly handle the town’s wasted areas, unlike the mayor who says there is a “zero waste” policy in effect, so why doesn’t the mayor help to change that? Making two or three blocks of the center of the city look pretty does not a rebuilt community make.
El Cajon, unincorporated
Help Our Bridges, Not Buses
Re “Waste time. Save money. Ride the bus!” Cover Story, March 5.
Ollie and all San Diego bus riders should be aware that it costs in excess of $4.50 on the average to provide each passenger’s ride. That is a far cry from the $2.25 fare paid into the fare box. The remainder is taken, without consent of most of us, out of the pockets of those workers who do not have the time to waste waiting for a form of transportation that doesn’t go where we need or want to go, when we need or want to go.
A good portion of the gasoline taxes paid to support and maintain our highway system have been diverted to “transportation,” i.e., bus and rail operations far from their original intent, which while Ollie and the like save money, our roadways and bridges deteriorate.
Baron Von Preuss
DUI Problem Solved
I loved your article by Ollie in your March 5 publication (“Waste time. Save money. Ride the bus!” Cover Story). I, like Ollie, am interested in changing San Diego’s public transit. Months ago I wrote letters to the members of the city council on the subject, and the only person to reply was Donna Frye. I agree with Ollie; in light of today’s economy and the gloomy future for gas prices, why isn’t our City doing anything to make more public transportation? Public transportation is beneficial to the environment and creates jobs, something that could deter the climbing unemployment figures.
Public transportation could be a solution to many of our problems (economy, environment), but a third which I didn’t see Ollie cover in his story really grabs my attention. We all know the recent rampage that law enforcement officers and educators alike go on to prevent DUIs (they stop short of public stonings). While the City must enjoy the revenue it gets from the steep fines that come with DUIs, a 24-hour public transit system could benefit the city by actually preventing drinkers from driving with a reliable alternative: public transportation. When considering how much the City (and State) spends on drinking-and-driving education, billboards, and cheesy commercials, you might be safe to say that the City is wasting its money when a great alternative is waiting to be harvested. I almost want to see if they have an “anti-referral card” for those who obtained DUIs, with questions like “Which programs failed to educate you on the dangers of drinking and driving?”
I hope that this article helped San Diegans see that we need more public transit. If anyone would like to start a group for public transportation advocacy, please email me at [email protected] aol.com.
The Weasel Did It
Regarding the murder of Dr. Phillip Rand’s wife, Tamara Rand, a correction is in order (Letters, March 5).
In both the book and movie Casino, the murder of Tamara Rand was carried out by Tony “the Ant” Spilotro (played by Joe Pesci) in her Mission Hills home. She had apparently made the mistake of threatening Allen Glick (played by Kevin Pollak) that she would disclose to the authorities that he (Glick) was just a front man for the mob in Las Vegas — therefore her elimination.
If you read Jimmy “the Weasel” Fratianno’s biography you will hear that he (Jimmy “the Weasel”) actually performed the hit on a warm, sunny weekday at her and Dr. Rand’s Mission Hills home.
The truth? Who knows? But in any case, Frank “the Bomp” was rubbed out in an alley in Pacific Beach.
Cover Story Red Herring
Thom Hogan from the College Area was right (Letters, March 12). I thought the cover story (“Waste time. Save money. Ride the bus!” March 5) meant that Ollie was back. I am also disappointed that the Reader editor, or whoever is in charge of human resources, hasn’t responded to those of us who want to see his column return and for him to be rehired. Get rid of know-it all Duncan Shepherd to make room for our Beloved Ollie!