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Fallbrook school bus driver, firemen at 32nd and Lincoln
Equanimity of San Diego Transit drivers, a shift with police dispatcher, backcountry sheriffs know everyone, Point Loma lighthouse keeper, Crips call each other 'cuz', bloody National City
Fallbrook High students on the bus. “When you’re steering a bus, you’re steering the back."
Stop Food Fights, Clean up after Motion Sickness
When Renee drives the pink route, she wears a white visor and shorts that make her seem calmly athletic, like the directress of a tennis camp. Twenty-four of the 27 drivers who steer the Fallbrook elementary buses are women like Renee, Sherry, Sharon, and Nancy, who must stop food fights, comfort sobbing children, clean up after motion sickness, and move a 40-foot, 10-gear, 97-passenger bus through crowded school parking lots and around tight, hilly curves.
By Laura McNeal, Sept. 19, 1996 | Read full article
Chow time at Station 14
Heat
We race west on Lincoln, turn right on Utah, then left on Howard. We can see five or six people huddled around the front porch of a small bungalow. As Liley and Medrano approach the scene, the group parts, revealing a man who looks to be about 80, lying on his right side on the bottom step of the stoop, facing out. Thick scarlet blood oozes from a silver-dollar-sized gash in his forehead.
By Ernie Grimm, June 8, 2000 | Read full article
Bonita Vista Middle School students. “You guys want to get off here?” We are not at an authorized bus stop, but in the middle of nowhere, with stretches of grassy hill to either side of Otay Lakes Road.
The Bus Driver’s Mind
“One time a gang-banger got on the bus at Plaza Bonita and the kid had a confrontation with some other gang members and he hid on my bus. I closed the door so the others [gang members] couldn’t get on. When I headed back to Bayfront Trolley, I stopped at a light at Bonita Road and 805 and these guys pulled up in a car, jumped out, and hit the window of the bus with a tire iron.”
By John Brizzolara, May 31, 2001 | Read full article
Ammon and I sit in the phone room on the fourth floor of the police-headquarters building on the corner of Broadway and 14th Street.
Nine-One-One (Operator)
"I was working the day of the McDonald’s shooting down in San Ysidro back in the ’80s. I got the call from the post office across the street when they called in about the two-year-old that was shot. Oh, and remember that tank going down 163? I’m sitting right here in this exact spot. This guy called , ‘There’s a tank rolling over everyone’s cars.’ I said, ‘A tank?’ He said, ‘Yeah, a big green Army tank.’"
By Ernie Grimm, Oct. 4, 2001 | Read full article
Rod Gilmore, who patrols Pine Valley, says the difference between the $55,000 a deputy can make by moving to Campo and the $52,500 he can make as a corporal staying in Lemon Grove is not enough to make the move.
Your Dad Arrested My Dad
"We're often approached to become involved with a community, whether or not you're actually involved with that organization. It may be a Rotary, or a Kiwanis, or a Lion's Club. They may form a committee regarding some community issue, anything from a youth program to mitigating parking problems to parades — we have an annual Fourth of July parade that's put on by our merchants' association. We sit as members on that committee.”
By Ernie Grimm, Feb. 7, 2002 | Read full article
At the point of Point Loma -Cabrillo Light House.
Light Housekeeping
Our man Downen evidently has been slowly phased out of his lighthouse-keeping duties by automation. A fog sensor device is now used to trigger the fog horns automatically when visibility is less than 3/4 nautical miles. Two go horns sound in unison at 30-second intervals, a rotating light bulb flashes its light 26 miles out to sea, and a radio beacon sends out a signal of "dash-dot-dash-dot" code for the letter "C," the designation for Pt. Loma.
By Charlene Zilius, Dec. 13, 1973 | Read full article
Stevens with ESD homeboys. “OBS will come along and see that and cross out ESD and write ‘Fuck ESD.’"
University is Worse Than El Cajon
Is it a profile vehicle? One of the vehicles commonly stolen, a Mazda, Toyota, Nissan. These foreign vehicles are popular to steal because their ignitions are easy to defeat. “You look for vehicle damage — punched out door locks, broken windows. You look in cars to see if they have a screwdriver stuck in the ignition. You look for plates that don’t appear to be the proper plate for the vehicles — older, six digit numbers.”
By Judith Moore, Aug. 9, 1990 | Read full article
The dealer then had his pupils examined and his pulse taken. A hundred fifty heartbeats a minute and no pupils. High on methamphetamines.
A Secretive, Nihilistic War
The sergeant looks wearily at her, then over her shoulder while he rolls his eyes and clucks. It is midnight, Tuesday night, and the roller coaster of National City's nocturnal crime is underway. The evening’s entertainment has begun with the red car on Highland Avenue, but as the night wears on and the streets become lonelier, far crueller and more surreal things will almost certainly happen.
By Lawrence Osborne, Aug. 6, 1992 | Read full article
The Desire to Leave Hangs Like Heat
The traditions of elementary school stand still like the figures in a snow globe. The Q shaped like a 2, the white hopscotch squares, the red rubber kickballs, and the silky, meal-colored paper lined with blue dashes remain in childhood, belonging there and only there, like the books of Beverly Cleary and Laura Ingalls Wilder, on whose tattered spines in the corner I can read The Little House in the Big Woods, The House at Silver Lake.
By Laura McNeal, Jan. 5, 1995 | Read full article
Patrick O'Donnell at DNA separator. “Certain questions are important."
How did your blood get inside the victim's body?
Proving that a certain person’s fluids weren’t left behind is much of what DNA-identity work is used for. A classic example is the Nordstrom case, where a woman claimed she was assaulted in a dressing room of the Fashion Valley store. The case was unraveled by DNA evidence. After the DNA contradicted the woman’s story, it was easy to ask her, as Cordes puts it, “Excuse me, but would you like to change your story?”
By Allan Peterson, July 20, 1995 | Read full article
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Fallbrook school bus driver, firemen at 32nd and Lincoln
Equanimity of San Diego Transit drivers, a shift with police dispatcher, backcountry sheriffs know everyone, Point Loma lighthouse keeper, Crips call each other 'cuz', bloody National City
Fallbrook school bus driver, firemen at 32nd and Lincoln
Equanimity of San Diego Transit drivers, a shift with police dispatcher, backcountry sheriffs know everyone, Point Loma lighthouse keeper, Crips call each other 'cuz', bloody National City
Fallbrook High students on the bus. “When you’re steering a bus, you’re steering the back."
Stop Food Fights, Clean up after Motion Sickness
When Renee drives the pink route, she wears a white visor and shorts that make her seem calmly athletic, like the directress of a tennis camp. Twenty-four of the 27 drivers who steer the Fallbrook elementary buses are women like Renee, Sherry, Sharon, and Nancy, who must stop food fights, comfort sobbing children, clean up after motion sickness, and move a 40-foot, 10-gear, 97-passenger bus through crowded school parking lots and around tight, hilly curves.
By Laura McNeal, Sept. 19, 1996 | Read full article
Chow time at Station 14
Heat
We race west on Lincoln, turn right on Utah, then left on Howard. We can see five or six people huddled around the front porch of a small bungalow. As Liley and Medrano approach the scene, the group parts, revealing a man who looks to be about 80, lying on his right side on the bottom step of the stoop, facing out. Thick scarlet blood oozes from a silver-dollar-sized gash in his forehead.
By Ernie Grimm, June 8, 2000 | Read full article
Bonita Vista Middle School students. “You guys want to get off here?” We are not at an authorized bus stop, but in the middle of nowhere, with stretches of grassy hill to either side of Otay Lakes Road.
The Bus Driver’s Mind
“One time a gang-banger got on the bus at Plaza Bonita and the kid had a confrontation with some other gang members and he hid on my bus. I closed the door so the others [gang members] couldn’t get on. When I headed back to Bayfront Trolley, I stopped at a light at Bonita Road and 805 and these guys pulled up in a car, jumped out, and hit the window of the bus with a tire iron.”
By John Brizzolara, May 31, 2001 | Read full article
Ammon and I sit in the phone room on the fourth floor of the police-headquarters building on the corner of Broadway and 14th Street.
Nine-One-One (Operator)
"I was working the day of the McDonald’s shooting down in San Ysidro back in the ’80s. I got the call from the post office across the street when they called in about the two-year-old that was shot. Oh, and remember that tank going down 163? I’m sitting right here in this exact spot. This guy called , ‘There’s a tank rolling over everyone’s cars.’ I said, ‘A tank?’ He said, ‘Yeah, a big green Army tank.’"
By Ernie Grimm, Oct. 4, 2001 | Read full article
Rod Gilmore, who patrols Pine Valley, says the difference between the $55,000 a deputy can make by moving to Campo and the $52,500 he can make as a corporal staying in Lemon Grove is not enough to make the move.
Your Dad Arrested My Dad
"We're often approached to become involved with a community, whether or not you're actually involved with that organization. It may be a Rotary, or a Kiwanis, or a Lion's Club. They may form a committee regarding some community issue, anything from a youth program to mitigating parking problems to parades — we have an annual Fourth of July parade that's put on by our merchants' association. We sit as members on that committee.”
By Ernie Grimm, Feb. 7, 2002 | Read full article
At the point of Point Loma -Cabrillo Light House.
Light Housekeeping
Our man Downen evidently has been slowly phased out of his lighthouse-keeping duties by automation. A fog sensor device is now used to trigger the fog horns automatically when visibility is less than 3/4 nautical miles. Two go horns sound in unison at 30-second intervals, a rotating light bulb flashes its light 26 miles out to sea, and a radio beacon sends out a signal of "dash-dot-dash-dot" code for the letter "C," the designation for Pt. Loma.
By Charlene Zilius, Dec. 13, 1973 | Read full article
Stevens with ESD homeboys. “OBS will come along and see that and cross out ESD and write ‘Fuck ESD.’"
University is Worse Than El Cajon
Is it a profile vehicle? One of the vehicles commonly stolen, a Mazda, Toyota, Nissan. These foreign vehicles are popular to steal because their ignitions are easy to defeat. “You look for vehicle damage — punched out door locks, broken windows. You look in cars to see if they have a screwdriver stuck in the ignition. You look for plates that don’t appear to be the proper plate for the vehicles — older, six digit numbers.”
By Judith Moore, Aug. 9, 1990 | Read full article
The dealer then had his pupils examined and his pulse taken. A hundred fifty heartbeats a minute and no pupils. High on methamphetamines.
A Secretive, Nihilistic War
The sergeant looks wearily at her, then over her shoulder while he rolls his eyes and clucks. It is midnight, Tuesday night, and the roller coaster of National City's nocturnal crime is underway. The evening’s entertainment has begun with the red car on Highland Avenue, but as the night wears on and the streets become lonelier, far crueller and more surreal things will almost certainly happen.
By Lawrence Osborne, Aug. 6, 1992 | Read full article
The Desire to Leave Hangs Like Heat
The traditions of elementary school stand still like the figures in a snow globe. The Q shaped like a 2, the white hopscotch squares, the red rubber kickballs, and the silky, meal-colored paper lined with blue dashes remain in childhood, belonging there and only there, like the books of Beverly Cleary and Laura Ingalls Wilder, on whose tattered spines in the corner I can read The Little House in the Big Woods, The House at Silver Lake.
By Laura McNeal, Jan. 5, 1995 | Read full article
Patrick O'Donnell at DNA separator. “Certain questions are important."
How did your blood get inside the victim's body?
Proving that a certain person’s fluids weren’t left behind is much of what DNA-identity work is used for. A classic example is the Nordstrom case, where a woman claimed she was assaulted in a dressing room of the Fashion Valley store. The case was unraveled by DNA evidence. After the DNA contradicted the woman’s story, it was easy to ask her, as Cordes puts it, “Excuse me, but would you like to change your story?”
By Allan Peterson, July 20, 1995 | Read full article
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