The July 9 “Blurt” article “He’s Got the Cheese” said that Chris Wright, also known as CROS1, owns Armory Survival Gear in Pacific Beach and downtown. Wright does not own the Pacific Beach store.
A Fast One Over Easy
I live near the West Point Loma Denny’s and suggest a different scenario on the alleged RV parking violation (“Eat Here, Get Towed,” “City Lights,” July 9). Instead of Mr. Waters pulling in for “fast food,” in my opinion he’s pulling a “fast one.” I walked the parking lot frequently over the past few months, and the same RV was parked in the same slot late at night and was still there even at 4:00 a.m. on early morning walks. I cannot swear it was his RV, but it’s a remarkable coincidence that it is no longer there after the publication of this story. Rather than being outraged, I think Mr. Waters should be grateful that the towing charge is a tiny fraction of the savings he made in overnight RV parking fees — probably in the thousands of dollars. In many cities, he would have been towed immediately and fined for illegal parking, along with a towing and storage charge. I cannot dispute his altercation with Heritage Security — I know a couple of the security officers, and they are mellow and polite when I interact with them.
A Dish Of Humility
Mr. Waters from “Eat Here, Get Towed,” (“City Lights,” July 9) should learn a little humility instead of picketing Denny’s, which had nothing to do with his plight. Face it, his pissing contest with the security guard cost him $235, and now he’s trying to recoup his losses. He should consider himself lucky that the towing company was kind enough to let him off the hook on the spot for that amount. I would have appreciated it if a security guard had given me a heads-up before having my vehicle towed away on the occasions it has happened to me.
Do Right, Guys
Re: Mr. Waters’s $235 towing bill (“Eat Here, Get Towed,” “City Lights,” July 9). Shame on the owner of Midway Towne Center and Larry Richman, owner of Heritage Security Services, for not quietly stepping in and splitting Mr. Waters’s $235 towing bill. Both can well afford it. It’s not about who is right or wrong in this incident. It’s about what’s right in life.
Kerry did not have a failed presidential attempt (“Border Influence,” “Under the Radar,” July 9). Kerry won by 7%, 4% were purged. He won by 3%, which was flipped overnight. Obama won by 13%, 7% were purged, so the problem is getting worse. Please never say that Gore or Kerry lost, they did not. Thank you.
Bad Grammar, Bad Facts
Re: Neighborhood News from Stringers: “Stars and Stripes por Siempre” (July 9).
In addition to the grammatical errors noted, there is also a possible error of fact. Obviously Mexico was using July 4 to lure tourists as they don’t have any reason to celebrate our holidays. Mexico celebrates September 16 for their independence from Spain. May 5, Cinco de Mayo, is also considered by many to be their Independence Day from France. Napoleon III installed Maximilian, an Austrian relative, as Emperor, and he captured and ruled Mexico from Mexico City for three years circa 1864. Originally focused on the state of Puebla where most of the fighting occurred, in recent years Cinco de Mayo has become more of a national holiday that has spilled over into the United States, particularly border states with large Hispanic populations.
This email is concerning the false statements printed out about Chris “CROS1” Wright (“He’s Got the Cheese”“Blurt,” July 9).
Let me first say that I too am a promoter of Bboy events based out of Florida.
CROS1 has probably been the biggest teacher I’ve ever had in doing events. I’ve never done a Freestylesession or any events for Cros, yet he has always given me insight on what to do to make my events better. He is always out to help and support the local smaller promoters, not for fame or money but for the love for the culture. Cros is the most respected and one of the most liked Bboy promoters in the world. With that being said, I can tell you those things you wrote about him in your column are completely false!
A letter or, even better, a publication of apology to Cros is the only way you can make things right.
Don’t Believe It
Re “He’s Got the Cheese” (“Blurt,” July 9).
I think what is written in this column is completely wrong. I met CROS1 approximately three years ago, when he came to Mexico to judge a Bboy event, and we even talked about organizing events, because I am a promoter myself, and he was pleased to give me pointers, advice, etc. I know I only met him once, but he was really down-to-earth, and I really do not believe this can be true.
As a friend of Chris Wright for approximately ten years, I was aware that this article was coming out and have been looking forward to it (“He’s Got the Cheese” “Blurt,” July 9). However, I was disturbed when I read the article written by Ken Leighton. I became disappointed as the author decided to focus on negativity and on the information provided by a source that “requested anonymity.”
Chris Wright’s interviewer is blatantly biased, and it appears to be based upon someone’s opinion who didn’t have the bravery to let their name be known. Shame on the Reader for letting this go to publication, and shame on Ken Leighton for biased, lazy, and sloppy journalism.
Save Two Ways
I truly enjoyed the article on Mission Bay Park (“Ok, This Is Tuesday,” Cover Story, July 2). I agree 100 percent with Jim Pugh. His educated ideas and opinions would not only save money but the environment as well.
Recently came across the article “Stomp Off-Leash Park Romp” (“City Lights,” June 18). There is another unofficial off-leash park not mentioned in your article — Western Hills Park in Bay Park.
A group of people has been going there for years with their dogs. But it is for leashed dogs only and not one of the authorized off-leash parks.
All The News Fit To Squint
I’m sure like most publishers you need to cut costs on print and paper, but you’ve reduced the size of your fonts to a point where you’ve rendered your content unreadable without a magnifying glass. Please strike a better balance between costs and readability. Thanks.
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Blog: Word Freak
Entry: “You Can’t Drink the Early Bird Special”
It’s hard find a good place to drink in Chula Vista. I don’t know what scheme the city planners enacted to kill the night life, but it worked. Finding a nice bar in Chula Vista is harder than finding a golf course in San Ysidro.
There are plenty of places to buy drinks in Chula Vista. Restaurants. Grocery stores. Sushi bars. But there are no true night life spots. Nowhere to stand around with good friends, listen to music, buy a few rounds, and drink a little too much.
Instead, if you want to get a drink after the sun goes down, you may be stuck at Chili’s. Nothing is better than doing a shot next to a kid in a highchair. Margarita Chicken is not a substitute for a margarita. Chili’s is where youth goes to die. Nothing is more fun than telling stories about the night Mary had too many chicken fingers... Read the rest of this blog entry.
Blog: Vista Blues
Entry: “At Home At Vista Ranch…”
The part of Vista I call home is a former motel called Vista Ranch. Located on Escondido Avenue, this 1950’s-era motor lodge offers a nice place for a single fellow to come home to. A small laundry, a basketball court surrounded by grass, plenty of parking, and decent rent make Vista Ranch worth having to “hang-a-ueee” on Escondido Avenue to get to.
Escondido Avenue runs from Highway 78 to the south, to Eucalyptus Avenue to the north. Across the street from my place is a Vons Grocery, a Yum-Yum Doughnut Shop, a fabric store, a Trendy Indoor Bazzar, and various other shops. The NCTD Breeze’s 334/335 route services it on weekdays, while the 302 can be caught on South Santa Fe Avenue. The Sprinter can be accessed at the Escondido Avenue station, which is a twelve minute walk uphill for me. ... Read the rest of this blog entry.
Neighborhood: Mission Valley
Blog: Right Smack Dab in the Middle
Entry: “Neighborly Noises”
Two weeks after I’d moved in, one of my new neighbors, Gris Glums, asked how I liked living here. “Noise bother you yet?”
I said it hadn’t, probably because I was pounding nails for pictures, dropping silverware on kitchen tiles, dragging furniture over hardwood floors. And tuning my piano had taken forever. I was making my own noise.
“It’ll get to you,” Gris assured me. He jerked his thumb toward a small park. “Comes from our good neighbors over there.” I had never heard neighbors pronounced with such disgust.
The neighbors who disgusted Gris were the residents of Casa de Amigos, an apartment building on the other side of the park. Home after work, they released dogs and considerations, grabbed beers and boom boxes, and convened in the park to break up dog fights and take advantage of cell phone reception. Living opposite the park, we heard it all. ... Read the rest of this blog entry.