Archive for the ‘Golden Hill’ Category

After the fire


For me, it started with a blaring car horn.

Hearing this sound at 8:00 in the morning is not unusual in our neighborhood. Many tend to hit their horn instead of a doorbell when picking up a friend. We’re resigned to it, though it sometimes inspires my husband to sing “In the ghetto…”

This was different, though. This person was leaning on their horn. Like it was malfunctioning. Or something was wrong.

I went to our second-floor bedroom window that looks out on 22nd Street and glared with my best how-dare-you-some-folks-are-sleeping look. I saw a white minivan parked in front of my house and a Mexican woman standing outside it who seemed agitated. She was arguing with the driver and pointing at the house next door. The horn continued to blare. I wondered if it was stuck and she was trying to tell the driver how to fix it.

Her eyes met mine and she seemed embarrassed, though I think by now I looked more curious than angry. She hurried across the street and the van started driving off in another direction, horn still blaring. What the heck was going on?

(more…)

Storm + palm tree = sad car

This is what the storm did on my block.

001  004

How YOU doin’?

Parking spot blues in Golden Hill

22nd Street...bizarrely popular

22nd Street...bizarrely popular

The block I live on in Golden Hill is popular in the most bizarre way. Though it only has 6 residential buildings, all single-family homes except for one duplex, it has 32 public parking spaces, which are always filled, day and night. Even more bizarre, my side of the street has 20 of those spaces–and only 2 residences.

It gets better.

– My next-door neighbor doesn’t drive and doesn’t own a car. Even if he did, his property has a small parking lot on it. He doesn’t use or need public parking.

– Of the other 4 residences, 3 of them have driveways. They don’t need public parking.

– The one business on our block, a Victorian home converted to office use, has its own parking lot. Oh, and it’s vacant right now.

So who owns all these cars and why are they parking here?

(more…)

Hard Times Visit Even The Finest of Cities

It seems like these days everyone, including San Diego, has been feeling the effects of an economy turned sour.  Perhaps the most obvious sign of this has been a visible increase in the number of homeless under bridges, sleeping in cars, or wedged in stoops.

The bridge near my house has always been a safe haven for local hobos, most of whom were friendly and usually only stayed there an evening or two before rotating to one of the other bridges nearby or visiting Father Joe’s down the way.  These days though, there are so many new faces setting up semi permanent tents that I really wonder what sort of steps, if any, we as citizens or the city could take to help all these folks. (more…)

Terms of use | Privacy Policy | Content: Creative Commons | Site and Design © 2009 | Metroblogging ® and Metblogs ® are registered trademarks of Bode Media, Inc.