Hey, ho, Peters must go
Scott Peters should resign. Although I originally supported him, largely because of his self-proclaimed environmentalism, his conduct on the city council has been increasingly dismaying. He has consistently supported commercial interests over the environment in La Jolla, Torrey Pines and now in University City with the Regents Road cut-and-fill bridge.
And now, for me at least, the Kroll report is the last straw. He has never admitted to ever making a mistake and his response to the Kroll Report criticisms are no exception. As he did with Mike Aguirre’s criticism, his reaction has been to attack the messenger, then try to put the critique “behind us.”
It will not wash anymore. We voters have had a belly-full of noblesse oblige from the White House and have no patience for it in our City Council President.
I must also agree with Mike Aguirre that Mr. Peters (and former Mayor Dick Murphy), as beneficiaries of an elite legal education, may not credibly claim that naïveté, not calculation led to their complicity in infamous pension plan deal. They knew what they were doing and should “fess up.”
A majority of the current City Council, under Mr. Peters’ control, has continued the back-room dealing favoring insiders that has gotten the city into the financial mess we suffer today.
It is time for San Diego city government to work for the people and not for the powerful. Replacing Scott Peters would be a substantial step toward reforming city government. If Mr. Peters will not resign, then the people in District 1 should initiate a recall effort.
Mr. Peters has to go. Now.
Charles Pratt,University City

Shed the cloak of outrage
I wish to publicly thank and congratulate Mayor Sanders and the members of the City Council for their votes and their leadership for voting in favor of the Regents Bridge (“Building the bridge, dividing a community,” Village News, Aug. 10, page 1).
I am certain that our neighbors who oppose the bridge put a great deal of pressure on them to vote their way, but they demonstrated courage, wisdom and intellectual integrity in voting for the only truly viable solution.
I cast no aspersions on our neighbors who live on the west end of University City, but it is clear that their opposition is based only on their wishes to preserve the tranquility of their neighborhood.
While that is understandable, it completely ignores the stark and undeniable realities of the traffic and public safety. The mayor and most of the City Council have recognized the essential truth that, for an overwhelming number of reasons, widening of Genesee is not the answer, and they are to be commended for it.
It is now time for our friends on the west end to shed the cloak of outrage and abandon their histrionic overstatements of the impending ecological destruction of Rose Canyon, recognize that, for better or worse, San Diego has joined the big leagues of urban traffic congestion, and bear with the rest of us the burdens of commercial growth and population density.
Joseph and Barbara Andrilla, University City

A ring called Jonah
While kayaking in Mission Bay in San Diego, I capsized. After getting back in the boat I noticed that I had lost my wedding ring.
A sick feeling came over me because not only was it valuable, it contained diamonds from my mother’s ring and others.
The next morning I contacted an ocean proficient diver who agreed to dive for the ring. The only problem was that he was in Michigan on a dive. I guess I sounded so broken-hearted that he agreed to fly to San Diego.
Joe arrived the next morning and after I indicated the approximate area in which I capsized, he suited up and went in the water. Using an underwater metal detector, he spent the next four hours searching the area.
Unfortunately, he was not successful, but he agreed to return the next morning to have another go. Again, he had no luck and he bid farewell.
A few days later, I received a call from the Mission Bay Yacht Club with information that a ring had been found.
I immediately rushed over and was met by a lady and three small boys. One of the boys, Riley, held out a ring. And there it was, my cherished wedding ring.
After a few hugs and thank-yous and a small reward for Riley, he asked if I would like to see where he had found the ring. The place he found it was 200 yards from where I had gone over, around a peninsula and under a building. Unbelievable.
After settling down, I contacted Joe to see if he had any idea of how the ring could have traveled so far in view of the fact that the soil beneath the water is soft and sandy.
Joe believes that a sand bass fish had been attracted by sparkles and had swallowed it. Then it must have swum around until the ring was regurgitated where it was found at low tide.
The ring as now referred to as “Jonah.”
Is that not unbelievable?
Carol Bentley Ellis, Mission Beac
Carol Bentley Ellis, Mission Beac