Here's something you might be interested in.
Ask a Hipster — Advice you didn't know you needed
Big Screen — Movie commentary
Blurt — Music's inside track
Booze News — San Diego spirits
Classical Music — Immortal beauty
Classifieds — Free and easy
Cover Stories — Front-page features
Drinks All Around — Bartenders' drink recipes
Excerpts — Literary and spiritual excerpts
Feast! — Food & drink reviews
Feature Stories — Local news & stories
Fishing Report — What’s getting hooked from ship and shore
From the Archives — Spotlight on the past
Golden Dreams — Talk of the town
The Gonzo Report — Making the musical scene, or at least reporting from it
Letters — Our inbox
Movies@Home — Local movie buffs share favorites
Movie Reviews — Our critics' picks and pans
Musician Interviews — Up close with local artists
Neighborhood News from Stringers — Hyperlocal news
News Ticker — News & politics
Obermeyer — San Diego politics illustrated
Outdoors — Weekly changes in flora and fauna
Overheard in San Diego — Eavesdropping illustrated
Poetry — The old and the new
Reader Travel — Travel section built by travelers
Reading — The hunt for intellectuals
Roam-O-Rama — SoCal's best hiking/biking trails
San Diego Beer — Inside San Diego suds
SD on the QT — Almost factual news
Sheep and Goats — Places of worship
Special Issues — The best of
Street Style — San Diego streets have style
Surf Diego — Real stories from those braving the waves
Theater — On stage in San Diego this week
Tin Fork — Silver spoon alternative
Under the Radar — Matt Potter's undercover work
Unforgettable — Long-ago San Diego
Unreal Estate — San Diego's priciest pads
Your Week — Daily event picks
Newspaper Fight
At 3:40 Sunday, May 2, the following could be heard echoing through the second floor of the La Jolla Library: “I may be a nigger, but you’re a nothing…less than a nothing. Sir, sir, have a nice day.”
Moments later two SDPD officers walked upstairs behind an elderly man wearing a brimmed blue jean hat, jean shorts, camouflage jacket, and white elastic, knee-high stockings.
I asked the library attendant if she could fill me in on what had happened, and why the police were inside the library. “A patron has a problem with someone. He wanted a citizen’s arrest but we had to call the police,” said the attendant.
I asked if the incident had anything to do with the racial slur I’d overheard earlier.
“Ironically, no, it has nothing to do with that. That was a completely different incident,” said the attendant.
I spoke with one of the police officers and asked if he could share any information with me. The officer said, “It’s something that happened last week…they [two elderly, male, library patrons] had a disagreement about a newspaper and we’re here to sort that out.”
I spoke with a bespectacled individual named Kent seated nearby, his legs crossed, reading a novel. “Do you know anything about what just happened here with the police and the man in the camouflage jacket?” I asked.
“It was a non-incident with a local jerk. It happened last week. The guy in the camouflage jacket had two newspapers. An older guy, older even than him, said, ‘You can’t read two newspapers. Can I have one?’ The guy in the camo jacket said no. It escalated and the guy in the camo jacket said to the other guy, ‘I don’t care how old you are, I’ll kick
your ass.’ That’s when I grabbed the paper and gave it to the older guy. I pointed my finger at the trouble maker and he grabbed my arm. See?” Kent showed me several scabbed-over fingernail scratch marks from where the man had grabbed him.
“He’s always causing problems,” said Kent.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Newspaper Fight
Newspaper Fight
At 3:40 Sunday, May 2, the following could be heard echoing through the second floor of the La Jolla Library: “I may be a nigger, but you’re a nothing…less than a nothing. Sir, sir, have a nice day.”
Moments later two SDPD officers walked upstairs behind an elderly man wearing a brimmed blue jean hat, jean shorts, camouflage jacket, and white elastic, knee-high stockings.
I asked the library attendant if she could fill me in on what had happened, and why the police were inside the library. “A patron has a problem with someone. He wanted a citizen’s arrest but we had to call the police,” said the attendant.
I asked if the incident had anything to do with the racial slur I’d overheard earlier.
“Ironically, no, it has nothing to do with that. That was a completely different incident,” said the attendant.
I spoke with one of the police officers and asked if he could share any information with me. The officer said, “It’s something that happened last week…they [two elderly, male, library patrons] had a disagreement about a newspaper and we’re here to sort that out.”
I spoke with a bespectacled individual named Kent seated nearby, his legs crossed, reading a novel. “Do you know anything about what just happened here with the police and the man in the camouflage jacket?” I asked.
“It was a non-incident with a local jerk. It happened last week. The guy in the camouflage jacket had two newspapers. An older guy, older even than him, said, ‘You can’t read two newspapers. Can I have one?’ The guy in the camo jacket said no. It escalated and the guy in the camo jacket said to the other guy, ‘I don’t care how old you are, I’ll kick
your ass.’ That’s when I grabbed the paper and gave it to the older guy. I pointed my finger at the trouble maker and he grabbed my arm. See?” Kent showed me several scabbed-over fingernail scratch marks from where the man had grabbed him.
“He’s always causing problems,” said Kent.