Some may not look handicapped, but don’t assume that they aren’t
I’d like to reply to George Burr’s July 29 letter, “Some who use handicapped licenses don’t seem to need them”) regarding disabled parking plates for people without limps.
Not everyone who has a handicap plate has a visible handicap. People with bad hearts and severe respiratory problems also have them.
Mr. Burr, I have a handicap plate. I have had it for 10 years. You may not see me limp so much now, because in the past year I have had both knees replaced. The hip is still a problem, but more sporadically. Arthritis is something that can be worse at varying times, especially when it is cold, wet and windy.
There is mental-hold procedure available in Del Norte County
In regards to the letter of July 22, “D.A. must ask arresting deputies why suicide victim was jailed,” Joseph Villa states that he held a seat on this county’s mental health commission and that there are no facilities to hold psychiatric patients.
Well, that is simply not true. Sutter Coast Emergency Room holds suicidal patients until a mental health specialist comes to the ER to assess the patient and determine if the person needs further treatment. If the patient needs further or more intense treatment, then they are sent to another facility for that type of treatment. This protocol has been structured this way for more than five years.
As for the comment regarding the District Attorney’s Office, I am confident that the DA’s Office knows how to do its job, and it does a very good job at that.
Pages of History column brought back lots of happy memories
I was reading Pages in History last week and was happy to see an article that brought back lots of memories.
My parents used to deer hunt with Sheriff Chuck Glover when I was a little girl (that was a long time ago). I was 7 and it was my birthday. Chuck and Madge invited me for breakfast. I had “Glovers Gastronomical Golden Glorius Griddle Goodies” and they were the best dad-burned hotcakes I ever ’et.
Chuck tought me how to say all that, then gave me a pair of leaded spoons. You hold them in your hand and beat rhythm to the music. We played around the campfire that night while my dad played guitar. Then Chuck and I jumped on a round log and did the twist.
There were a lot of old-timers there My grandparents Bill and Charlotte McKay, Sharkey and Alice Boyet, Leon Jones, George Hanson Sr., my Uncle Billy Mckay and my parents Benny and Barbara Bennett.
When I go back to that spot I fill my soul.
Beaver Creek Calif.
Lower speed limit on Pacific Ave. before something awful happens
This letter is another plea to the Board of Supervisors and the City Council to please lower the speed limit on Pacific Avenue to 25 mph.
The area is residential and there are several schools that back up to or are very close to Pacific Avenue. It’s such a simple thing and is a prima fascie case for the speed limit to be 25 mph as stated in the California Driver Handbook on page 29. I just don’t understand what more they need.
For example, on Sunday, July 17, my husband and I were driving west on Pacific Avenue and at Fresno Street and Pacific there happened to be a pool of water on the northeast corner of Fresno set slightly back from Pacific. That doesn’t sound like much of a problem, but there were three children playing in that water. Some were sitting, some were sort of lying in it, but they were splashing each other and generally having a lot of fun. They were ignoring what was going on around them.
Jaramillo made ultimate sacrifice a father can in trying to save son
Regarding the Smith River drowning July 4, all fathers know in their heart that it does not get more heroic than what Eduardo Jaramillo died for — the maximum effort to save his young son’s life.
The ultimate sacrifice, though tragic, is a great legacy of love to his son.
Inmates in SHU made choices that rightly cost them privileges
What does a hunger strike at Pelican Bay State Prison mean? It’s a situation where people who have a choice to eat decide not to.
Such is the case with these disgruntled inmates in the SHU at Pelican Bay. They have food in their cells, can buy food from the canteen and get room service — a state-issued meal three times a day. These meals are very rigidly monitored — the amount, temperature and time of servings, just to mention a few. I know because I’ve worked in the food service industry.
These inmates are grown adults capable of making decisions on their own and have simply chosen not to eat the food provided by the state. Okay. So what? This is not a hand-wringing crisis situation. They are not being deprived of food. They are choosing not to eat. Fine, don’t eat!
There should be some type of business group in downtown
I would hope our new city manager owns a pair of running shoes. Why do I say this? I believe he is entering a race against time. Crescent City is facing a number of problems that need to be solved before we become a ghost town.
The main problem is the economy. Let’s face it. There are no real jobs here.
Until my City Council creates a climate for new businesses to relocate here, there are no jobs so people cannot move from being poor to the middle class.
Then there is the issue of blight. My City Council does not have the backbone to do anything about this. Why?
I would hope the first task that Mr. Palazzo would do would be to meet with the anti-Business Improvement District people. I believe that Councilman Richard Enea is showing his true colors by saying BID should go away.
There should be some type of business group in our downtown area. I have not seen Richard Enea coming forth with any ideas.
People who shop or use services downtown should have a say, too. That’s the real Del Norte way. I would hope some people would realize this, too.
Word of advice for the strikers
at Pelican Bay State Prison
Regarding the Pelican Bay State Prison hunger strike, if the prisoners don’t like the accommodations, don’t come back.
Should our tax dollars be used to support criminals?
Regarding the hunger strike at Pelican Bay State Prison, inmates want to live free and easy with the best of everything. Then stick you with the bill. What have convicted felons done to demand more from taxpayers?
Wait-staff, baristas, employees, and other workers that do a great job may deserve more pay or a generous tip, but gang members, rapists, child molesters, murderers, robbers, drug dealers, pimps? Why should these criminals expect more than the basics?
Inmates are guaranteed three meals a day with veggie, kosher, halal, gluten-free, and low sodium options; medical, dental, vision, and mental health care are free; housing that is warm in winter and cool all summer. Clothing, shoes, toiletries, stamped envelopes and paper to write on, library books, electricity and cable for their TVs along with many other “rights and privileges” all paid for by you, the taxpayer.
Criminals claiming victimhood is narcissism at its finest
It always strikes me as odd when people who have behaved poorly enough to subject themselves to prosecution find that they are the victims. Victims of discrimination, victims of segregation, victims of isolation. This is narcissism at its finest. It’s all about them. About their rights, their comforts, their time.
To them I say, “it’s prison, get over it.” They want justice but not at their expense. What’s that saying, “don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.”
The real victims are not in prison, getting three “hots” and a cot. They are either dead or forever wounded by these individuals. They are the fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, children and grandchildren that are left with the scars and broken pieces of life to sort through. They have suffered greatly from the actions of these inmates, some of whom inflicted pain on their own families.
I know I sound rigid and cold but it’s the reality that we must face. I know I do. Each day I face the man in the mirror. Yes, I’ve been there, done that. I used to a California inmate. But I chose to make choices and never return. “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.”
Time. Spend it carefully. Invest it wisely. Live it truthfully.