In response to the writer (7-25) regarding crime in the Victor Valley — you are not alone in your concern. Several months ago I became aware of the "white van" drop-off of released prisoners in Old Town. I have been asking questions, making phone calls and seeking information. I have talked to the Supervisor's office, law enforcement, an Old Town business owner and employees at various Old Town businesses.
I am an occasional letter writer to the Daily Press. However, my letters are usually very brief and sarcastic. At first I thought this was a good topic for a letter, but this topic isn't suited to brevity or sarcasm. The information I have compiled will be forwarded to wherever it can be useful in considering a solution to our escalating criminal activity.
Lynne Cole, Apple Valley
Root of all evil
Nancy Oswald, Silver Lakes
Front page, Sunday edition, color photographs, “Drop-off Dilemma.” What dilemma? Felix and the boys spent so much time and energy to revitalize Old Town Victorville. It’s a place that needed a change to bring it up to somewhat of contemporary American standards (and for that gentlemen, I am truly grateful). With that progress, a Transportation Center was created to help out “all” the residents of our Victor Valley; visitors, travelers, and guests.
The story goes on to explain how the Seventh and D Street residents and business are not too happy with the Sheriff’s Department dumping off released inmates there. Where else should they go? I know of several elementary schools that have large parking lots. How about the Apple Valley Museum? Nice, cultural, a place of learning. Wait a minute, we have a transportation center where people can arrange to be picked up and driven away. One contributor mentioned how a private company could be contracted by the Sheriff’s Department to drive these inmates to their place of origin. I don’t want my sheriff’s tax dollars spent on an Uber service for these very dangerous men and women.
And they are dangerous. Thanks to Jerry Brown and the Democrats voting in Assembly Bill 109 which places the burden of housing a large portion of convicted felons in county jails instead of state prison, and Proposition 47 which reduced six drug and theft related offenses to misdemeanors allowing termination of state prison sentences. Thirty-thousand convicted felons are out of custody earlier than the court’s commitment. These criminals (and not just what Seattle calls “community members”) will no doubt re-offend. Re-naming something doesn’t change what it is. Go ask Obama. Once you re-name it you own it, and it’s no longer a threat, or so one believes. All of this is now systemic to our society creating a downward spiral. Where else could it (society) or they (the inmates) go?
You get what you pay for.
Lon E. Jacobs, Apple Valley
Phrase of the Week: Stimulate your mind! Brew of the Week: Fremont Interurban IPA*
As an erstwhile inventor myself, thank you for "Let's Invent" by Sam Asano, wherein by the most remarkable coincidence, "High beam headlights problem" appeared Sunday, July 30, when I woke with the hazy recall of an especially vivid dream, in which I was involved in the creation of a method to deflect an 7ltra-high-frequency beam; the most important reason for this report being, it was the the single most intense mental experience of my entire 86-year-old life. So I tried to explain it to my visiting No. 1 Son. He wasn't interested.
[Oh you software geniuses, 7tra is a misspelling of ultra, which means very.]
What might prove particularly valuable is side effects upon the human mind, owing partly to my daily doses of Sertraline and focus factor, two especially noteworthy meds. I had described their general effect in an earlier Letter to the Editor, who didn't use it, probably because it was too long, too wordy, and topically wandering. But it described the first as causing vivid dreams [Google it!] and the other of making your head work better, surely something I need.
In this wild dream my invention to bend radio waves was so very important to the world I would certainly get rich and win a Nobel Prize. So, inventors of the world, maybe you too can benefit from these potent drugs, one side effect of which, by the way, is described by its accompanying literature, as lethal. [No, Eds, I'm not jokin' 'bout that.]
How come last night my dreams so much more vivid and creative? Perhaps because night before with Better Half, son and family, celebrated our visitation with a generous dollop of tequila and a couple of exotic, imported brews.*
Dale Hileman, Apple Valley
It seems I read or hear about someone getting killed or seriously injured on a motorcycle every single day just here in the High Desert. There's no denying that riding motorcycles is considerably more hazardous than traveling in an automobile, and maybe that's what attracts some people to them. Some sort of status symbol I suppose. Unnecessarily risking life and limb is exhilarating to some people. Go figure.
Knowing that fact, (like it or not) motorcyclists must realize and simply accept the potential and inevitable consequences they face each time they climb on their two wheelers and ride their inherently dangerous mode of transport into the sunset ... ala Easy Rider. Odds are, they're eventually gonna eat it one day and be seriously injured, sustain brain damage, maybe crippled for life, or even killed. Young people think it'll never happen to them and, consequently, do stupid things. Just their nature.
On the other hand, I have to question the wisdom of any mature adult who, while balancing on two wheels, flits around in heavy traffic at 70 mph and doing so just inches from other vehicles that outweigh their own by tenfold+ ... especially considering how prevalent cell phones have become and the distractions associated with their use. It simply is what it is and motorcyclists do the same thing whenever they drive cars too.
Yes, motorcyclists are relatively unprotected and sometimes hard to see and, as a result, extremely vulnerable. That's why injury attorneys love motorcycles. Serious, crippling, lifelong injuries mean huge judgements.
Grow up. Add two wheels to your ride.
Mike Sparlin, Victorville