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From a public safety standpoint, it truly doesn’t matter whether you believe Eddy was an innocent victim or a guilty one.
Street neighbor in the East Village
- Yes, I was on the street, but I was home-schooling my daughter.
- By John Brizzolara, July 26, 2013
"I had my daughter who was 11 years old with me and the American government took her away from me. Yes, I was on the street, but I was home-schooling my daughter."
When Vietnamese people say American they always mean white
- I grew up in a village in Vietnam called Lam Son, a small backwater south of Saigon (if you’re speaking to a Vietnamese-American, don’t even think about calling it Ho Chi Minh City. Because communism. Because, sore losers.)
- By Tam Hoang, March 11, 2015
When my family came to the U.S. in 1991, I was in the second grade. I knew three sentences that I strung together as a stock response: “How are you? I’m fine. I’m from Vietnam.”
Udo was gone
- Udo and his new cyclist companions were riding on a shoulderless stretch of a two-lane road, between two low-lying heavy guardrails. Signs indicated the bike route, set the maximum speed at 45 mph, and reminded cyclists to ride single file.
- By Maryann Castronovo, Nov. 12, 2014
Jan, Antje, and Mia Heinz. When a few hours passed and Antje hadn’t yet heard from Udo, she didn’t think anything of it.
Hi. I used to live here. Can I come in?
- As I approach my former address at the edge of Mission Hills, right where that neighborhood turns into Hillcrest, I am approaching a time machine as surely as if I were walking toward and lifting my hand to knock at the address of H.G. Wells’s Victorian scientist in the famous story from 1895.
- By John Brizzolara, Jan. 28, 2009
In March of 1981, my small family and I moved into the house before which I now stand. We paid $60,000.
Want to Be Sent Home in Pieces?
- At 3:39 a.m. on January 7, 2007, Columbia Street was almost deserted. Little Italy had been plagued with car burglaries — “You couldn’t drive too many of the streets down there without seeing broken glass in the morning,” said San Diego police officer Joel Schmid, so Schmid parked his patrol car and approached on foot when he noticed a pearl white Escalade stopped in the driveway of a condominium.
- By Laura McNeal, April 7, 2010
Corner of Brandywine and Olympic Parkway where SWAT members took down Tio with a flash bang.
Plus the day Howard Hughes tried to hire J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Sinatra got FBI help ransoming his son.
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- Two of America’s richest and most powerful oil barons took a small La Jolla hotel called Del Charro and turned it into an unlikely base for their political and financial schemes.
- By Matt Potter, Jan. 5, 2011
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Cross-border kidnapping, German cyclist killed at Camp Pendleton
More editor favorite Reader stories
Cross-border kidnapping, German cyclist killed at Camp Pendleton
More editor favorite Reader stories
From a public safety standpoint, it truly doesn’t matter whether you believe Eddy was an innocent victim or a guilty one.
Street neighbor in the East Village
- Yes, I was on the street, but I was home-schooling my daughter.
- By John Brizzolara, July 26, 2013
"I had my daughter who was 11 years old with me and the American government took her away from me. Yes, I was on the street, but I was home-schooling my daughter."
When Vietnamese people say American they always mean white
- I grew up in a village in Vietnam called Lam Son, a small backwater south of Saigon (if you’re speaking to a Vietnamese-American, don’t even think about calling it Ho Chi Minh City. Because communism. Because, sore losers.)
- By Tam Hoang, March 11, 2015
When my family came to the U.S. in 1991, I was in the second grade. I knew three sentences that I strung together as a stock response: “How are you? I’m fine. I’m from Vietnam.”
Udo was gone
- Udo and his new cyclist companions were riding on a shoulderless stretch of a two-lane road, between two low-lying heavy guardrails. Signs indicated the bike route, set the maximum speed at 45 mph, and reminded cyclists to ride single file.
- By Maryann Castronovo, Nov. 12, 2014
Jan, Antje, and Mia Heinz. When a few hours passed and Antje hadn’t yet heard from Udo, she didn’t think anything of it.
Hi. I used to live here. Can I come in?
- As I approach my former address at the edge of Mission Hills, right where that neighborhood turns into Hillcrest, I am approaching a time machine as surely as if I were walking toward and lifting my hand to knock at the address of H.G. Wells’s Victorian scientist in the famous story from 1895.
- By John Brizzolara, Jan. 28, 2009
In March of 1981, my small family and I moved into the house before which I now stand. We paid $60,000.
Want to Be Sent Home in Pieces?
- At 3:39 a.m. on January 7, 2007, Columbia Street was almost deserted. Little Italy had been plagued with car burglaries — “You couldn’t drive too many of the streets down there without seeing broken glass in the morning,” said San Diego police officer Joel Schmid, so Schmid parked his patrol car and approached on foot when he noticed a pearl white Escalade stopped in the driveway of a condominium.
- By Laura McNeal, April 7, 2010
Corner of Brandywine and Olympic Parkway where SWAT members took down Tio with a flash bang.
Plus the day Howard Hughes tried to hire J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Sinatra got FBI help ransoming his son.
Oil and Politics in La Jolla
- Two of America’s richest and most powerful oil barons took a small La Jolla hotel called Del Charro and turned it into an unlikely base for their political and financial schemes.
- By Matt Potter, Jan. 5, 2011