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In an Op-ed on January 1, Scott Lewis -- the CEO and main editor of the online Voice of San Diego -- warned his fellow San Diegans that in 2025, we have to deal with all the screaming.Scott, who lives in the OB-Point Loma area -- was talking about how we need to face up to the plight and screaming of all the homeless people, now that the city is in, what Scott calls --"the eighth year of the homeless crisis." We must all heed his warning.
By Scott Lewis / Voice of San Diego / January 1, 2025
A few weeks ago, a man in the alley behind our house began screaming. Screaming is not unusual around us, unfortunately. But usually it comes and goes – less frequent than the airplanes, more frequent than the helicopters.
One man walks around screaming all the time. Long beard, bike. Sometimes he begs on the corner. Sometimes he disappears for weeks. But he’s always back and almost always screaming.
This wasn’t him. We know him. This was deeper, closer and more disturbed. And it wasn’t going away. It scared my daughter. I went back there with the flashlight and found the man. He was ensconced in a combination of blankets and garbage. He was ranting incoherently, unaware of me even as I tried to get his attention.
I finally yelled “Hey!” He turned and looked right at me. “You’re freaking people out.”
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In an Op-ed on January 1, Scott Lewis -- the CEO and main editor of the online Voice of San Diego -- warned his fellow San Diegans that in 2025, we have to deal with all the screaming.Scott, who lives in the OB-Point Loma area -- was talking about how we need to face up to the plight and screaming of all the homeless people, now that the city is in, what Scott calls --"the eighth year of the homeless crisis." We must all heed his warning.
By Scott Lewis / Voice of San Diego / January 1, 2025
A few weeks ago, a man in the alley behind our house began screaming. Screaming is not unusual around us, unfortunately. But usually it comes and goes – less frequent than the airplanes, more frequent than the helicopters.
One man walks around screaming all the time. Long beard, bike. Sometimes he begs on the corner. Sometimes he disappears for weeks. But he’s always back and almost always screaming.
This wasn’t him. We know him. This was deeper, closer and more disturbed. And it wasn’t going away. It scared my daughter. I went back there with the flashlight and found the man. He was ensconced in a combination of blankets and garbage. He was ranting incoherently, unaware of me even as I tried to get his attention.
I finally yelled “Hey!” He turned and looked right at me. “You’re freaking people out.”
