Two of my favorite bartenders have taken the leap and will be moving to the south side prior to the holidays.
One gentleman has purchased a three flat not too far from me while the other will be nestled in bosom of Bronzeville.
Mr. Three Flat is a cuter version of Tiger Woods. I’ve seen people literally stop and stare at him behind the bar. They think that Ashton is around the corner and that everyone is about to get punk’d.
Celebrity look alike + liquor = hilarity
My other bartender friend is a tall drink of water with an affinity towards DJing and a easygoing demeanor.
When he told me that he and the wife were putting down roots a tad north of me, I was thrilled but concerned.
While some may disagree, as minorities in this country we’ve always had to straddle two or three cultures in order to negotiate our day to day living situations.
Knowing that you don’t want to purchase any loose squares (cigarettes) at the entrance to the “L” and being able to discuss the fact that Wagner must have been on crack when writing his Ring Cycle can come in handy.
Even when things were segregated we all knew that we didn’t like in a completely Black world. In order to get by we had to know something about the dominate culture.
It was (and is) a matter of survival.
While much has changed in the last 60 or so years and Black culture has been incorporated into the mainstream, I am still amazed at how much some White people don’t know about Blacks and other minorities.
Then of course I was thoroughly confused at the bi-racial, Mexican Catholic wedding I was at a month ago so I guess that knife cuts both ways.
In short we could all stand to go outside our usual comfort zones to experience other people’s cultures.
Nonetheless my tall bartender friend, I’ll call him Young Mr. Whitefolks, probably hasn’t had the pleasure of being one of the few people that look like you where you live.
Or maybe he has.
Maybe he’s been in the Peace Corp and I’m talking out of my ass.
I doubt it though.
Because he’s so tall and solid, I doubt he’ll have any trouble once the neighborhood gets to know him and the lovely Young Mrs. Whitefolks.
From what he’s been telling me, she was the one who recognized the beauty and value of the south side.
Obviously this young woman has an eye for real estate and is good with a dollar.
But I think the both of them discovering south side culture, particularly Black culture, is going to be a hoot.
Perhaps they should start reading ChiKat’s blog.
Young Mr. Whitefolks didn’t even know he is directly on the route for the Bud Bilikin Parade.
It’s only like the second (or third?) largest parade in the nation and if memory serves me correctly the largest parade in the city.
Saying that everything shuts down on the south side on parade day is an understatement.
I’ve already advised him to purchase his collard greens early.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Revenue Review
I’ve submitted all the papers I have to the proper authorities.
Now all I can do is sit and wait---again.
The ongoing saga of our developer’s administrative fine becoming our problem was chronicled here and here.
I know you all are thinking, “Hasn’t that gone away?” “Wasn’t that settled?”
In a phrase, no it wasn’t.
For the record, Mr. Knight didn't list us as his employers, the city assumed that because he was listed as our registered agent with the Secretary of State's office that he was our employee.
See my little dumplings what happens when you assume?
If memory serves me correctly, when Mr. Knight, was informed of the debt last year he wouldn’t cut us a check so we could go settle the matter with the city. At the time he wanted our attorney at the time to see if the debt could be transferred back into his name.
If you think father time isn’t kind to most things, you should try attempting to resurrect a four year old administrative fine and persuading the city to undo everything it’s already done.
Even though everything they did was by the book.
It’s not the city’s fault that Carlton didn’t inform the members of the board that wage deduction orders were piling up in his office.
The association would have a great civil case against him but for one small thing---he has made it a little tough for most people and governmental entities to find his money.
I’m not saying it can’t be found but it’s gonna take some kind of municipal or federal firepower to make that happen.
Firepower, I’m sorry to say that our condo association doesn’t have.
So why in heaven’s name would the association pursue a lawsuit with the expense of lawyers and the like when we’re fairly confident that we’d never see a dime of the money?
Then we’d still have to pay the money owed the city---the debt grows .64 cents a day---AND would be out of some major scratch for a lawyer to sue Carlton Knight
That my friend is called a pyrrhic victory---as I’ve found out from dealing with Mr. Knight, right doesn’t equal might.
So what to do?
Back when I first met the Lord High Executioner (LHE) I bounced this little head scratcher off of his noggin’ to see if he might be able to shed some light. Due to the age of the matter, there was little he could do from a law department perspective.
And at the time, we were frying other procedural fish concerning loopholes in the developers licensing registry and the granting of permits.
Prioritization is the key.
Nonetheless, once all of that hoo-ha was dealt with, there was still a little matter of the ever growing fine. A fine that no one who originally bought into the association or has since moved into the association is responsible for.
The LHE referred me to a contact in the Revenue Department.
The best analogy I can make to the Revenue Department is this---If the Law Department is Tony Soprano, the Revenue Department is Chris Moltisanti.
You do not want to have Christopher knocking on your front door. You do not want him looking for you.
Your day is going downhill fast when Chris or the Revenue Department has you in their sights.
They don’t play.
After a round of phone tag I reached the LHE’s contact and attempted a brief explanation of the problem.
He suggested that I gather up all of the paperwork, write a letter of explanation about the situation and fax it to his office.
I did just that but instead personally walked all of the paperwork in to his assistant on my way to work last Friday.
So I’m hoping that we’ll get extracted from this mess and that the debt falls squarely back onto the shoulders of Carlton Knight.
‘Cause from where I’m standing that’s where it belonged in the first place.
Now all I can do is sit and wait---again.
The ongoing saga of our developer’s administrative fine becoming our problem was chronicled here and here.
I know you all are thinking, “Hasn’t that gone away?” “Wasn’t that settled?”
In a phrase, no it wasn’t.
For the record, Mr. Knight didn't list us as his employers, the city assumed that because he was listed as our registered agent with the Secretary of State's office that he was our employee.
See my little dumplings what happens when you assume?
If memory serves me correctly, when Mr. Knight, was informed of the debt last year he wouldn’t cut us a check so we could go settle the matter with the city. At the time he wanted our attorney at the time to see if the debt could be transferred back into his name.
If you think father time isn’t kind to most things, you should try attempting to resurrect a four year old administrative fine and persuading the city to undo everything it’s already done.
Even though everything they did was by the book.
It’s not the city’s fault that Carlton didn’t inform the members of the board that wage deduction orders were piling up in his office.
The association would have a great civil case against him but for one small thing---he has made it a little tough for most people and governmental entities to find his money.
I’m not saying it can’t be found but it’s gonna take some kind of municipal or federal firepower to make that happen.
Firepower, I’m sorry to say that our condo association doesn’t have.
So why in heaven’s name would the association pursue a lawsuit with the expense of lawyers and the like when we’re fairly confident that we’d never see a dime of the money?
Then we’d still have to pay the money owed the city---the debt grows .64 cents a day---AND would be out of some major scratch for a lawyer to sue Carlton Knight
That my friend is called a pyrrhic victory---as I’ve found out from dealing with Mr. Knight, right doesn’t equal might.
So what to do?
Back when I first met the Lord High Executioner (LHE) I bounced this little head scratcher off of his noggin’ to see if he might be able to shed some light. Due to the age of the matter, there was little he could do from a law department perspective.
And at the time, we were frying other procedural fish concerning loopholes in the developers licensing registry and the granting of permits.
Prioritization is the key.
Nonetheless, once all of that hoo-ha was dealt with, there was still a little matter of the ever growing fine. A fine that no one who originally bought into the association or has since moved into the association is responsible for.
The LHE referred me to a contact in the Revenue Department.
The best analogy I can make to the Revenue Department is this---If the Law Department is Tony Soprano, the Revenue Department is Chris Moltisanti.
You do not want to have Christopher knocking on your front door. You do not want him looking for you.
Your day is going downhill fast when Chris or the Revenue Department has you in their sights.
They don’t play.
After a round of phone tag I reached the LHE’s contact and attempted a brief explanation of the problem.
He suggested that I gather up all of the paperwork, write a letter of explanation about the situation and fax it to his office.
I did just that but instead personally walked all of the paperwork in to his assistant on my way to work last Friday.
So I’m hoping that we’ll get extracted from this mess and that the debt falls squarely back onto the shoulders of Carlton Knight.
‘Cause from where I’m standing that’s where it belonged in the first place.
Friday, October 20, 2006
I Have Got To Meet This Girl...
The lovely Chikat posts another blurb about south side living that is laugh out loud funny.
She and the Mr. are getting ready to jet off to China---lucky ducks. When, oh when, will I ever get to meet this girl?
She and the Mr. are getting ready to jet off to China---lucky ducks. When, oh when, will I ever get to meet this girl?
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Rules of Order
If you remember my “Dropping The Ball” post, it seems that the DCAP, The Revenue Department & The Department of Buildings didn’t quite know their head from their ass.
My questions and concerns prompted a flurry of e-mails. I also learned a few things in the process.
In fact those departments, do know their heads from their ass. Moreover, now that the oversight(s) has been uncovered, steps are being taken to correct the issue.
The e-mail below is the initial one sent by the Lord High Executioner (LHE):
It has come to my attention that developer's who fail to get licenses are still being allowed to get permits. As I understand the code requirements, developers must get licenses in order to receive permits.
I have a couple of questions.
First, is there any process that prevents permits from being issued to developer's who fail to get licenses? (DCAP?)
Second, if the City becomes aware that a developer lacks a license, is there a mechanism to revoke/suspend the permit that has been issued? (DCAP/DBAL?)
If we have a requirement that developer's must get licenses and they fail to do so, there should be some way to keep them from getting permits or, at least, punish them once we find that the permit has been issued.
I have a specific example where the developer has received a permit (after three previous stop work orders for not having the proper permit) has sold units and is selling more, and never received the required developer's license.
Should he have been prevented from getting this permit? Now that he's received it, can we take measures to revoke it?
(I) Would appreciate your thoughts on this.
And the response…
Currently, we have a process in place that prevents a non-licensed General Contractor from obtaining a permit. We cannot do the same with a Developer because the definition of a Developer is someone who will buy, fix & SELL the property. I can ask someone if they plan on "selling" when they apply for a permit, but if they say no, there is nothing I can ask for to prove otherwise.
I can though revoke a permit or void a pending application if DBAL tells me that the property owner was required to obtain a Developer's license. DBAL would only be able to prove that a property owner should have been a developer when the property owner, in fact, attempts to SELL. We spoke of this briefly yesterday during our meeting.
Just last month, DBAL sent me a list of property owners who had obtained permits, not obtained their developers license, and are now in the process of "selling". I've since voided all of their permits and sent them, & XXXX correspondence indicating such. DBAL has also issued "cease & desist" orders against them.
So, in summary . . . is there a process to prevent a Developer from obtaining a Permit if he/she has not obtained their license? No. Is there a process that allows us to revoke a permit once the "intent" to sell is proven? I believe we've just created one as of last month. Can we fine them for allegedly lying? We could probably pursue a "false statement" action, but I would ask if reference to such is made on the developer's license application.
Methinks a major announcement from the city about residential development may be on the horizon.
My questions and concerns prompted a flurry of e-mails. I also learned a few things in the process.
In fact those departments, do know their heads from their ass. Moreover, now that the oversight(s) has been uncovered, steps are being taken to correct the issue.
The e-mail below is the initial one sent by the Lord High Executioner (LHE):
It has come to my attention that developer's who fail to get licenses are still being allowed to get permits. As I understand the code requirements, developers must get licenses in order to receive permits.
I have a couple of questions.
First, is there any process that prevents permits from being issued to developer's who fail to get licenses? (DCAP?)
Second, if the City becomes aware that a developer lacks a license, is there a mechanism to revoke/suspend the permit that has been issued? (DCAP/DBAL?)
If we have a requirement that developer's must get licenses and they fail to do so, there should be some way to keep them from getting permits or, at least, punish them once we find that the permit has been issued.
I have a specific example where the developer has received a permit (after three previous stop work orders for not having the proper permit) has sold units and is selling more, and never received the required developer's license.
Should he have been prevented from getting this permit? Now that he's received it, can we take measures to revoke it?
(I) Would appreciate your thoughts on this.
And the response…
Currently, we have a process in place that prevents a non-licensed General Contractor from obtaining a permit. We cannot do the same with a Developer because the definition of a Developer is someone who will buy, fix & SELL the property. I can ask someone if they plan on "selling" when they apply for a permit, but if they say no, there is nothing I can ask for to prove otherwise.
I can though revoke a permit or void a pending application if DBAL tells me that the property owner was required to obtain a Developer's license. DBAL would only be able to prove that a property owner should have been a developer when the property owner, in fact, attempts to SELL. We spoke of this briefly yesterday during our meeting.
Just last month, DBAL sent me a list of property owners who had obtained permits, not obtained their developers license, and are now in the process of "selling". I've since voided all of their permits and sent them, & XXXX correspondence indicating such. DBAL has also issued "cease & desist" orders against them.
So, in summary . . . is there a process to prevent a Developer from obtaining a Permit if he/she has not obtained their license? No. Is there a process that allows us to revoke a permit once the "intent" to sell is proven? I believe we've just created one as of last month. Can we fine them for allegedly lying? We could probably pursue a "false statement" action, but I would ask if reference to such is made on the developer's license application.
Methinks a major announcement from the city about residential development may be on the horizon.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Child...
And I thought our association was getting the business from our developer---check out this story of woe from our friends at Chicago Magazine.
By The Way...
The Champion Cobalt is on the bathroom walls and I must say that it looks outstanding.
Bob the builder illustrated why my painting skills are far inferior to his. Big ups to curly top for painting the bathroom.
As soon as I can get the floor done and the accessories up, pictures will be posted.
If it took me this long to make decisions about the bathroom, can you imagine how long it's gonna take on the rest of the house?
Bob the builder illustrated why my painting skills are far inferior to his. Big ups to curly top for painting the bathroom.
As soon as I can get the floor done and the accessories up, pictures will be posted.
If it took me this long to make decisions about the bathroom, can you imagine how long it's gonna take on the rest of the house?
Big Daddy Speaks
The principal of the school across the street called me at work about the latest parkway issue.
As we spoke, I assured him that I believed that the fresh faced youth was doing all he could to make sure that the maintenance policy was being adhered to.
After all I didn’t want to get him in trouble with his boss.
But---a deal is a deal.
The school across the street needed (and needs) to consistently keep up their commitment to keeping the parkway clean.
The next day it was as if magic elves appeared. The walkway was as spiffy and shiny as a sidewalk can get in the city.
When Big Daddy asks the kids over there to jump, the appropriate response is “How high?”
My only question is how long will it be before the maintenance staff forgets and the trash starts piling up again?
As we spoke, I assured him that I believed that the fresh faced youth was doing all he could to make sure that the maintenance policy was being adhered to.
After all I didn’t want to get him in trouble with his boss.
But---a deal is a deal.
The school across the street needed (and needs) to consistently keep up their commitment to keeping the parkway clean.
The next day it was as if magic elves appeared. The walkway was as spiffy and shiny as a sidewalk can get in the city.
When Big Daddy asks the kids over there to jump, the appropriate response is “How high?”
My only question is how long will it be before the maintenance staff forgets and the trash starts piling up again?
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Stinky Girl Candles---Affordable Luxury
When it happens that I'm over in the Bucktown/Wicker Park neighborhood of Chicago I like to stop in a little store named Tatine.
They make stinky girl candles and all of the accompanying ilk that us broads like to snap up for our homes.
The owner and staff and incredibly helpful and have items at all spectrums of the price range. This is especially helpful to those of use who can't blow hundreds of dollars on home scents and bath oils.
But oh that I did...
Anyhoo---I popped in yesterday and found my newest affordable luxury: Lemongrass coconut scented votives at $1.75 a piece.
Not only do they smell wonderful but the owner makes all of the candles in the basement.
Everyone wins on this one---I'm supporting a locally owned female business; I get to purchase stinky girl candles and don't have to take out a second mortgage; my house smells good but not like every other woman's house that buys a candle from Bath & Body Works or Banana Republic.
Stop by and see the ladies when you get a chance. The holidays are coming and I'm sure some of their wares would make great gifts.
They make stinky girl candles and all of the accompanying ilk that us broads like to snap up for our homes.
The owner and staff and incredibly helpful and have items at all spectrums of the price range. This is especially helpful to those of use who can't blow hundreds of dollars on home scents and bath oils.
But oh that I did...
Anyhoo---I popped in yesterday and found my newest affordable luxury: Lemongrass coconut scented votives at $1.75 a piece.
Not only do they smell wonderful but the owner makes all of the candles in the basement.
Everyone wins on this one---I'm supporting a locally owned female business; I get to purchase stinky girl candles and don't have to take out a second mortgage; my house smells good but not like every other woman's house that buys a candle from Bath & Body Works or Banana Republic.
Stop by and see the ladies when you get a chance. The holidays are coming and I'm sure some of their wares would make great gifts.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Ya'll Gone Up And Done It
Recently I’ve noticed that the parkway across the street was becoming unkempt again.
The trash was starting to pile up and with all of the rain the weeds were moving past my ankles. A sure sign of maintenance dude neglect.
It turns out the school across the street wasn’t keeping up its end of the deal.
Or should I say some of the school’s employees weren’t doing their job.
It’s tough to change people’s priorities. Especially when they think that their responsibilities are encompassed within a fence’s boundaries.
Unfortunately for them I live across the street and I have no problem calling my contact within the administration to let them know what exactly is not being done.
Moreover, the City of Chicago says that whoever owns a piece of property is also responsible for the parkway. To the best of my knowledge, educational institutions are not exempt from this rule.
So I placed a call across the street.
My contact across the street is a freshly scrubbed, bright eyed young man who is an alumnus of the school. They’re big on that wholesome suit & tie, good manners and well rounded individual type of look.
Now I don’t know if it’s the luck of the draw or if it’s because he’s the low man on the totem pole in the office---whatever the case may be, he is blessed with the arduous task of fielding my initial calls.
Even though he has very good manners and would never say so, I’m sure when my name echoes in the halls, a slight chill may run up his spine.
And I’m fairly confident that’s not in a good way.
I left a message for him stating that the yard and clean up work that the school promised to do on a weekly basis wasn’t getting done.
A few hours later he replied by apologizing and reiterating that he would make the appropriate parties aware. He wanted me to give it a few weeks to see if I noticed any changes.
Frankly, I found that to be unacceptable.
The work already wasn’t getting done, why in God’s name would I think that the passage of a few weeks would improve the already shabby service?
I called the fresh faced youth back and told him exactly that.
For the most part I’m a rule and procedures type of broad. I don’t like to intentionally step on toes and go over people’s heads ‘cause it’s just bad form. Nonetheless during the course of our discussion, the youth suggested that I inform the principal of the situation.
I thought that was a smashing idea.
I did sense an edge of frustration in his voice though.
In all honesty I think that he has made every effort to make sure that the lawn and maintenance guys do what they’re supposed to be doing. It seems though that they take what the kid has to say with a grain of salt.
Talk about undermining someone’s authority.
Before I could dash off an e-mail to the principal about the matter, he beat me to the punch and called me at work.
The trash was starting to pile up and with all of the rain the weeds were moving past my ankles. A sure sign of maintenance dude neglect.
It turns out the school across the street wasn’t keeping up its end of the deal.
Or should I say some of the school’s employees weren’t doing their job.
It’s tough to change people’s priorities. Especially when they think that their responsibilities are encompassed within a fence’s boundaries.
Unfortunately for them I live across the street and I have no problem calling my contact within the administration to let them know what exactly is not being done.
Moreover, the City of Chicago says that whoever owns a piece of property is also responsible for the parkway. To the best of my knowledge, educational institutions are not exempt from this rule.
So I placed a call across the street.
My contact across the street is a freshly scrubbed, bright eyed young man who is an alumnus of the school. They’re big on that wholesome suit & tie, good manners and well rounded individual type of look.
Now I don’t know if it’s the luck of the draw or if it’s because he’s the low man on the totem pole in the office---whatever the case may be, he is blessed with the arduous task of fielding my initial calls.
Even though he has very good manners and would never say so, I’m sure when my name echoes in the halls, a slight chill may run up his spine.
And I’m fairly confident that’s not in a good way.
I left a message for him stating that the yard and clean up work that the school promised to do on a weekly basis wasn’t getting done.
A few hours later he replied by apologizing and reiterating that he would make the appropriate parties aware. He wanted me to give it a few weeks to see if I noticed any changes.
Frankly, I found that to be unacceptable.
The work already wasn’t getting done, why in God’s name would I think that the passage of a few weeks would improve the already shabby service?
I called the fresh faced youth back and told him exactly that.
For the most part I’m a rule and procedures type of broad. I don’t like to intentionally step on toes and go over people’s heads ‘cause it’s just bad form. Nonetheless during the course of our discussion, the youth suggested that I inform the principal of the situation.
I thought that was a smashing idea.
I did sense an edge of frustration in his voice though.
In all honesty I think that he has made every effort to make sure that the lawn and maintenance guys do what they’re supposed to be doing. It seems though that they take what the kid has to say with a grain of salt.
Talk about undermining someone’s authority.
Before I could dash off an e-mail to the principal about the matter, he beat me to the punch and called me at work.
Fading
That sweet last gasp of warmth in the air is being chased by fall's impending entrance.
I've already stared to clean out the flower boxes on the back porch and haul summer things down to the basement.
Nonetheless I still wanted to give you a touch of summer to take with you as we all hunker down for the colder months ahead.
Monday, September 25, 2006
New Kid On The Block
Depending on how many stories they put on this development, you just may be able to see into my kitchen.
www.livinggreenlofts.com
That ad looks mighty slick and fancy.
www.livinggreenlofts.com
That ad looks mighty slick and fancy.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Now This Is One Of The Reasons Why I Moved To The South Side, II
One word---Olympics.
Another two words---Olympic Stadium.
The last word---Within walking distance from my door.
Can you imagine if Chicago gets the Olympics? I'm giddy with anticipation!
Another two words---Olympic Stadium.
The last word---Within walking distance from my door.
Can you imagine if Chicago gets the Olympics? I'm giddy with anticipation!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Farmer's Market
If the falling temperatures didn't let me know summer is over, the news that there's only six weeks left for Chicago's farmer's markets did.
Heavy sighs all the way around.
I now dream of stock piling bread, cheese and organically fed meats in a deep freezer to get me through the winter.
The only problem is I don't have a deep freezer.
Unfortunately condo living and community spaces don't lend themselves to having your own freezer to store away your goodies. There would either have to be a great deal of trust with your neighbors or a padlock involved.
Nothing says "screw you (potentially) thieving bastards" like a big padlock on an appliance.
Not exactly the neighborly vibe I'd like to promote.
Nonetheless visions of frozen bread and good Wisconsin cheese will accompany those of sugar plums and holiday treats this winter.
Heavy sighs all the way around.
I now dream of stock piling bread, cheese and organically fed meats in a deep freezer to get me through the winter.
The only problem is I don't have a deep freezer.
Unfortunately condo living and community spaces don't lend themselves to having your own freezer to store away your goodies. There would either have to be a great deal of trust with your neighbors or a padlock involved.
Nothing says "screw you (potentially) thieving bastards" like a big padlock on an appliance.
Not exactly the neighborly vibe I'd like to promote.
Nonetheless visions of frozen bread and good Wisconsin cheese will accompany those of sugar plums and holiday treats this winter.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Now This Is One Of The Reasons Why I Moved To The South Side
Say what you will about those of us who live south of Madison Street.
You may say I'm dreamer but baby I'm not the only one.
I recently stumbled upon the work and musings of a Mr. Lee Bey. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who sees and appreciates the architectural gems on Chicago's south side.
While most of Mr. Bey's work turns a spotlight on these beautiful buildings, the entire city is his beat.
I get to look at significant buildings and get me some education to boot? It appears that the internet can be a learning tool.
Viagra ads, my ass.
You may say I'm dreamer but baby I'm not the only one.
I recently stumbled upon the work and musings of a Mr. Lee Bey. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who sees and appreciates the architectural gems on Chicago's south side.
While most of Mr. Bey's work turns a spotlight on these beautiful buildings, the entire city is his beat.
I get to look at significant buildings and get me some education to boot? It appears that the internet can be a learning tool.
Viagra ads, my ass.
And The Winner Is...
I have reached a decision.
The winner is Benjamin Moore's Champion Cobalt.
So it is written, so it shall be done.
The winner is Benjamin Moore's Champion Cobalt.
So it is written, so it shall be done.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Dropping The Ball
So let me see if I’m getting this right.
In a February 11, 2004 press release the Honorable Richard M. Daley stated the following:
"By ensuring that only licensed developers can apply for building permits, this ordinance helps improve the quality of building construction,"
And the Residential Developer’s Fact Sheet dated March 15, 2006 also states:
“The Residential Real Estate Developer license must be obtained before owning, operating, conducting, managing, engaging in, maintaining, or carrying on the business of residential real estate developer. The Department of Planning and Development requires that licenses be obtained before residential development projects are submitted for approval to the Plan Commission or Community Development Commission.”
In short a developer is supposed to have their developer’s license in hand prior to applying for any type of permit from the Department of Construction and Permits (DCAP).
Yet somehow my developer doesn’t have this all important license but has still managed to secure construction permits for the 1512-1514 East Marquette development.
So from where I’m sitting DCAP seems to be grossly ignorant of the developer license process.
There’s no other way Mr. Knight could have secured the necessary building permits if DCAP dotted their I’s and crossed their T’s.
Then of course Mr. Knight may have his developer’s license. Though the last time I checked that wasn’t the case but he may have filed all of the paperwork and is on the straight and narrow.
If he’s not and DCAP issued a construction permit anyway, methinks that department just left the City of Chicago wide open for potential liability lawsuits.
I hope all of the work being done in the development is top quality and up to code. ‘Cause if someone is injured from non code compliant or shoddy work, the ensuing legal battle may make the city look really bad.
A big fat payout to grieving relatives may make them look even worse.
I’d hate to have to be the one to explain that to the Honorable Richard M. in the middle of his campaigning for yet another term.
In a February 11, 2004 press release the Honorable Richard M. Daley stated the following:
"By ensuring that only licensed developers can apply for building permits, this ordinance helps improve the quality of building construction,"
And the Residential Developer’s Fact Sheet dated March 15, 2006 also states:
“The Residential Real Estate Developer license must be obtained before owning, operating, conducting, managing, engaging in, maintaining, or carrying on the business of residential real estate developer. The Department of Planning and Development requires that licenses be obtained before residential development projects are submitted for approval to the Plan Commission or Community Development Commission.”
In short a developer is supposed to have their developer’s license in hand prior to applying for any type of permit from the Department of Construction and Permits (DCAP).
Yet somehow my developer doesn’t have this all important license but has still managed to secure construction permits for the 1512-1514 East Marquette development.
So from where I’m sitting DCAP seems to be grossly ignorant of the developer license process.
There’s no other way Mr. Knight could have secured the necessary building permits if DCAP dotted their I’s and crossed their T’s.
Then of course Mr. Knight may have his developer’s license. Though the last time I checked that wasn’t the case but he may have filed all of the paperwork and is on the straight and narrow.
If he’s not and DCAP issued a construction permit anyway, methinks that department just left the City of Chicago wide open for potential liability lawsuits.
I hope all of the work being done in the development is top quality and up to code. ‘Cause if someone is injured from non code compliant or shoddy work, the ensuing legal battle may make the city look really bad.
A big fat payout to grieving relatives may make them look even worse.
I’d hate to have to be the one to explain that to the Honorable Richard M. in the middle of his campaigning for yet another term.
Color Struck
I cannot pick a friggin paint color for my bathroom walls.
While the new shower backsplash looks great, I can't make up my mind. Light or dark? Eggshell or semi gloss? The choices are almost endless.
Based on the picture, what do you think? I'm trying to stay in the blue family.
I think I've ruled out light blues and despite what everyone has been telling me may go for the luxe looking deep blue family.
My theory is it will really make my white tub, toilet and pedestal sink pop.
At least I found a great hexagon white tile for the floor. Not only is it pretty and proportional to the glass mosaic tile of the shower backsplash, I stumbled upon it on the cheap (and I mean cheap) at Home Depot.
Will this bathroom ever get done?
Decisions, decisions.
While the new shower backsplash looks great, I can't make up my mind. Light or dark? Eggshell or semi gloss? The choices are almost endless.
Based on the picture, what do you think? I'm trying to stay in the blue family.
I think I've ruled out light blues and despite what everyone has been telling me may go for the luxe looking deep blue family.
My theory is it will really make my white tub, toilet and pedestal sink pop.
At least I found a great hexagon white tile for the floor. Not only is it pretty and proportional to the glass mosaic tile of the shower backsplash, I stumbled upon it on the cheap (and I mean cheap) at Home Depot.
Will this bathroom ever get done?
Decisions, decisions.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Take That, City Council
Lord Jesus.
The Honorable Richard M. Daley exercised his first ever veto today.
He did so against the big box ordinance passed by the city council on July 26th.
He has upped the ante in what proves to be a thoroughly entertaining fight between big box retailers, labor unions, Hizzoner & a rebellious city council.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is theatre of the highest magnitude. It don't get no better than this.
You may remember my post about my feelings on this big box brouhaha.
I hypothesize that the drama didn't jump off until Wal-mesee didn't pay the proper respect to the powers that be in our fair city and tried to do an end run around the "Chicago way" of doing business.
Some say that the ordinance is racially motivated as no one raised a peep about big box retailers when they were springing up like mushrooms on the north side but the minute the urban emerging markets were being probed (that's corporate speak for minority neighborhoods) the drama started.
Whether you believe either one, a mixture of the two or have a theory of your own this is gonna get messy.
But the bottom line is a sister still can't get reasonably priced goods and services within walking distance of the flat
I'd like to see the author of the big box ordinance, Alderman Joe Moore, schlep everything he needs to live and function on the bus or in a cart
The Honorable Richard M. Daley exercised his first ever veto today.
He did so against the big box ordinance passed by the city council on July 26th.
He has upped the ante in what proves to be a thoroughly entertaining fight between big box retailers, labor unions, Hizzoner & a rebellious city council.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is theatre of the highest magnitude. It don't get no better than this.
You may remember my post about my feelings on this big box brouhaha.
I hypothesize that the drama didn't jump off until Wal-mesee didn't pay the proper respect to the powers that be in our fair city and tried to do an end run around the "Chicago way" of doing business.
Some say that the ordinance is racially motivated as no one raised a peep about big box retailers when they were springing up like mushrooms on the north side but the minute the urban emerging markets were being probed (that's corporate speak for minority neighborhoods) the drama started.
Whether you believe either one, a mixture of the two or have a theory of your own this is gonna get messy.
But the bottom line is a sister still can't get reasonably priced goods and services within walking distance of the flat
I'd like to see the author of the big box ordinance, Alderman Joe Moore, schlep everything he needs to live and function on the bus or in a cart
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Caveat Emptor
Before I resume with the latest twist in the ongoing saga of my developer, let’s pause for a little self help session.
While I’ve focused on my developer in this blog, from what you nice people have been sending me he’s not the only developer executing questionable business and construction decisions.
The way the laws and ordinances in the State of Illinois and the City of Chicago stand any bozo can call him or herself a “developer.”
Unfortunately the onus is on you to do exhaustive due diligence on your developer and the condo development before you sign any contract.
Trust me cats and kittens there are few, if any, protections in the State of Illinois or the City of Chicago for the newly fleeced condo owner.
Lobbying your elected officials will hopefully make that a thing of the past.
Until that great day comes, I’m going to pass along a few tips from my soon to be released “Developer/Condo Checklist.”
That’s only the working title. It will change before I put it out to the masses to be downloaded for a mere $35.
Now granted I’m not reinventing the wheel. What I’m including on this checklist has been in past posts of “I Hate My Developer.”
None of this is any big secret.
With the click of a mouse all of you smart cookies can dig this stuff up for yourselves---for free might I add---and go on your merry way.
If your idea of a good time is going back through hundreds of my posts, please click away.
It has been my experience that even people familiar with the process of selecting a real estate agent, purchasing a condo, finding the best rate for your mortgage and coordinating a move are a little less than familiar on how to see if their developer or their development is on the level.
Unfortunately a sound education in this matter usually comes the hard way.
Payment is tendered in personal frustration and your hard earned cash in the form of special assessments.
If you’re gonna spend thousands of dollars investing in a piece of property, what’s another $35?
But I digress, ladies and gentlemen on to a few selected tips.
Before you put your name on the dotted line of any real estate contract find out the following:
What is the actual legal name of the condominium development?
Who is the developer?
Does the developer have partners?
Take the above information and hit the treasurer trove of governmental websites.
If you live in Illinois has the development been registered with the Secretary of State’s Office? Do a Corp\LLC search and find see what you unearth.
If you live in Cook County you can find out if the developer, any of his or her partners or the development (under it’s registered name with the Secretary of State) has any past or present lawsuits pending. You can find this information by doing a search on the Clerk of the Circuit Court’s website.
When you get to the Clerk’s page click “online case info” link on the left hand side of the page, select full electronic docket search and then decide if you’d like to search either the civil, criminal or chancery (foreclosure) division. Then choose if you’d like to search by last name, filing date or case number.
Frankly speaking searching by name has always brought me the best results.
Obviously local laws and the availability of this information on-line will vary. We are fortunate enough in Cook County and in the State of Illinois to be able to access this information at the click of a mouse.
One of the holdups of the checklist is preparing my disclaimer and such legalese for you folks who live outside of Cook County, Illinois.
I want as many people as possible to benefit from my hard won knowledge but I also want to be very specific and clear what you’re getting and what you’re paying for.
It’s all about managing expectations.
If you know where to look and what to look for, most of the information is an open secret that’s just simply waiting for you to come along and take a look.
That’s all of the free nuggets I can reveal without giving away the store.
Hopefully I’ll have a comprehensive and informative product up on this site before Halloween. We’ll see.
Now if you want me to do the work for you, that’s a completely different matter.
However you choose to do it protect your interests concerning your condo, your rights as a consumer and as a soon to be property tax paying member of society---no one else is gonna do it for you.
A little nose poking and question asking will go a long way.
While I’ve focused on my developer in this blog, from what you nice people have been sending me he’s not the only developer executing questionable business and construction decisions.
The way the laws and ordinances in the State of Illinois and the City of Chicago stand any bozo can call him or herself a “developer.”
Unfortunately the onus is on you to do exhaustive due diligence on your developer and the condo development before you sign any contract.
Trust me cats and kittens there are few, if any, protections in the State of Illinois or the City of Chicago for the newly fleeced condo owner.
Lobbying your elected officials will hopefully make that a thing of the past.
Until that great day comes, I’m going to pass along a few tips from my soon to be released “Developer/Condo Checklist.”
That’s only the working title. It will change before I put it out to the masses to be downloaded for a mere $35.
Now granted I’m not reinventing the wheel. What I’m including on this checklist has been in past posts of “I Hate My Developer.”
None of this is any big secret.
With the click of a mouse all of you smart cookies can dig this stuff up for yourselves---for free might I add---and go on your merry way.
If your idea of a good time is going back through hundreds of my posts, please click away.
It has been my experience that even people familiar with the process of selecting a real estate agent, purchasing a condo, finding the best rate for your mortgage and coordinating a move are a little less than familiar on how to see if their developer or their development is on the level.
Unfortunately a sound education in this matter usually comes the hard way.
Payment is tendered in personal frustration and your hard earned cash in the form of special assessments.
If you’re gonna spend thousands of dollars investing in a piece of property, what’s another $35?
But I digress, ladies and gentlemen on to a few selected tips.
Before you put your name on the dotted line of any real estate contract find out the following:
What is the actual legal name of the condominium development?
Who is the developer?
Does the developer have partners?
Take the above information and hit the treasurer trove of governmental websites.
If you live in Illinois has the development been registered with the Secretary of State’s Office? Do a Corp\LLC search and find see what you unearth.
If you live in Cook County you can find out if the developer, any of his or her partners or the development (under it’s registered name with the Secretary of State) has any past or present lawsuits pending. You can find this information by doing a search on the Clerk of the Circuit Court’s website.
When you get to the Clerk’s page click “online case info” link on the left hand side of the page, select full electronic docket search and then decide if you’d like to search either the civil, criminal or chancery (foreclosure) division. Then choose if you’d like to search by last name, filing date or case number.
Frankly speaking searching by name has always brought me the best results.
Obviously local laws and the availability of this information on-line will vary. We are fortunate enough in Cook County and in the State of Illinois to be able to access this information at the click of a mouse.
One of the holdups of the checklist is preparing my disclaimer and such legalese for you folks who live outside of Cook County, Illinois.
I want as many people as possible to benefit from my hard won knowledge but I also want to be very specific and clear what you’re getting and what you’re paying for.
It’s all about managing expectations.
If you know where to look and what to look for, most of the information is an open secret that’s just simply waiting for you to come along and take a look.
That’s all of the free nuggets I can reveal without giving away the store.
Hopefully I’ll have a comprehensive and informative product up on this site before Halloween. We’ll see.
Now if you want me to do the work for you, that’s a completely different matter.
However you choose to do it protect your interests concerning your condo, your rights as a consumer and as a soon to be property tax paying member of society---no one else is gonna do it for you.
A little nose poking and question asking will go a long way.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Brevity or I Wouldn't Do That If I Were You
If you purchase a condo at 1512-1514 East Marquette you may find yourself in the same situation I’ve been chronicling for the past year.
Despite the fact I’d love to have a loyal reader as a neighbor, I wouldn’t want to put anyone else through the drama.
As of August 31st the building at the above address was granted a construction permit.
From what I understand the permit is supposed to be for “Replacing existing drywall partitions with new.”
The on-line description may have been edited for brevity because that’s the only way to explain way it didn’t mention anything about electrical work for the new central air conditioning units on the roof.
You doubt me? Please look at the realtor’s listing that describes all of the sparkling new amenities that the lucky buyers will be getting once they sign on the dotted line.
The permit’s brevity may have also stopped me from reading about the plumbing and how it’s being brought up to code.
I’m curious to know how the plumbing in a building built before low flow toilets, washers & dishwashers will be able to handle the increased water demands of six residents and their families.
My developer (and the developer of the 1512-1514 Marquette condos) surely will have listed all of this important infrastructure work in the complete permit application, right?
I was also under the impression that when one replaces drywall, that the electrical and plumbing would have to be reviewed as well. ‘Cause how can you tear down drywall and not affect the electrical and plumbing?
I’ll make sure the I’s are dotted and the T’s are crossed when I file my freedom of information act request to see the full application.
I don’t want to accuse Mr. Knight of actions that he may have already taken.
Moreover, I’m sure he’s also going to replace that woeful back porch.
The big give away ladies and gentlemen on an old and more than likely non-code compliant porch would be the big X’s that form support crosses along the stairways and landings.
If you stand facing the porch and see those big “X’s” where a person can stand on the landing, you might want to ask if the porch will be replaced or if it will be brought up to code?
Now I can’t emphasize this enough so kindly pay attention: If you don’t get a satisfactory answer to the porch question move onto the next condo development.
You can name your first born after me as a small gesture of thanks.
Then of course if you want to come out of pocket for big money for a new code compliant porch some time in the future or face a possible lawsuit from an injury, please be my guest.
Speaking as someone who hasn’t quite paid off her own special assessment for our brand new porches---trust me you want to opt for the former option instead of the later.
Right now I will have to acquaint myself with how the Department of Construction and Permits approves permits for rehabbed condo developments.
Or is it possible that they weren’t given the true scope of the project?
Stay tuned.
Despite the fact I’d love to have a loyal reader as a neighbor, I wouldn’t want to put anyone else through the drama.
As of August 31st the building at the above address was granted a construction permit.
From what I understand the permit is supposed to be for “Replacing existing drywall partitions with new.”
The on-line description may have been edited for brevity because that’s the only way to explain way it didn’t mention anything about electrical work for the new central air conditioning units on the roof.
You doubt me? Please look at the realtor’s listing that describes all of the sparkling new amenities that the lucky buyers will be getting once they sign on the dotted line.
The permit’s brevity may have also stopped me from reading about the plumbing and how it’s being brought up to code.
I’m curious to know how the plumbing in a building built before low flow toilets, washers & dishwashers will be able to handle the increased water demands of six residents and their families.
My developer (and the developer of the 1512-1514 Marquette condos) surely will have listed all of this important infrastructure work in the complete permit application, right?
I was also under the impression that when one replaces drywall, that the electrical and plumbing would have to be reviewed as well. ‘Cause how can you tear down drywall and not affect the electrical and plumbing?
I’ll make sure the I’s are dotted and the T’s are crossed when I file my freedom of information act request to see the full application.
I don’t want to accuse Mr. Knight of actions that he may have already taken.
Moreover, I’m sure he’s also going to replace that woeful back porch.
The big give away ladies and gentlemen on an old and more than likely non-code compliant porch would be the big X’s that form support crosses along the stairways and landings.
If you stand facing the porch and see those big “X’s” where a person can stand on the landing, you might want to ask if the porch will be replaced or if it will be brought up to code?
Now I can’t emphasize this enough so kindly pay attention: If you don’t get a satisfactory answer to the porch question move onto the next condo development.
You can name your first born after me as a small gesture of thanks.
Then of course if you want to come out of pocket for big money for a new code compliant porch some time in the future or face a possible lawsuit from an injury, please be my guest.
Speaking as someone who hasn’t quite paid off her own special assessment for our brand new porches---trust me you want to opt for the former option instead of the later.
Right now I will have to acquaint myself with how the Department of Construction and Permits approves permits for rehabbed condo developments.
Or is it possible that they weren’t given the true scope of the project?
Stay tuned.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Let's Get It Sold
It's a sad day for our little slice of heaven.
A hard working, community oriented neighbor has decided to put her place on the market.
If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you know I have a---oh how shall I describe it---"fluid" relationship with some of my neighbors.
Sometimes the peace is kept and other times it's not.
More often than not with this particular person we had a lasting peace.
As I stated earlier, she is a hard working neighbor. She understood that owning property meant a little bit more than dropping an assessment check at the treasurer's front door every month.
It's gonna be tough to loose someone like that.
Nonetheless, Mama wants to go so lets get her place sold.
If you know anyone who wants to come on down---and might I add for a reasonable price---send 'em her way.
Tell her Woody sent you.
A hard working, community oriented neighbor has decided to put her place on the market.
If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you know I have a---oh how shall I describe it---"fluid" relationship with some of my neighbors.
Sometimes the peace is kept and other times it's not.
More often than not with this particular person we had a lasting peace.
As I stated earlier, she is a hard working neighbor. She understood that owning property meant a little bit more than dropping an assessment check at the treasurer's front door every month.
It's gonna be tough to loose someone like that.
Nonetheless, Mama wants to go so lets get her place sold.
If you know anyone who wants to come on down---and might I add for a reasonable price---send 'em her way.
Tell her Woody sent you.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
The Bloggers In The Hood
After much procrastination I've finally added the infamous Chikat to my links list on the left hand side of the blog.
While we've chatted back and forth via YoChicago, our respective blogs and e-mail, we have yet to actually lay eyes on each other.
They're still a vodka lemonade waiting for you and the hubby, buttercup. The 97% meets 3% dustup is bound to happen one day.
Who knows, we may have been at some of the same place at one point.
Also give a big Woodlawn "whatup!" to the Militant Monk. Another Woodlawner (Woodlawndian? Woodlawn Pimp? Woodlawnite?) who also blogs about our little piece of paradise.
God love him as he live close to 63rd & Cottage and I don't think I could be brave enough to live over in the real hood.
I live in the faux hood as it's still the south side but you gotta trust me on this----it ain't anywhere near the drama that occurs on 63rd & Cottage. After all I can see a golf course from my balcony.
Everyone introduce themselves and play nice.
While we've chatted back and forth via YoChicago, our respective blogs and e-mail, we have yet to actually lay eyes on each other.
They're still a vodka lemonade waiting for you and the hubby, buttercup. The 97% meets 3% dustup is bound to happen one day.
Who knows, we may have been at some of the same place at one point.
Also give a big Woodlawn "whatup!" to the Militant Monk. Another Woodlawner (Woodlawndian? Woodlawn Pimp? Woodlawnite?) who also blogs about our little piece of paradise.
God love him as he live close to 63rd & Cottage and I don't think I could be brave enough to live over in the real hood.
I live in the faux hood as it's still the south side but you gotta trust me on this----it ain't anywhere near the drama that occurs on 63rd & Cottage. After all I can see a golf course from my balcony.
Everyone introduce themselves and play nice.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Extreme Makeover
Pictures of the shower backsplash in my bathroom before and after it's makeover. Can you believe I got the tile on Ebay?
Obviously I still have to paint but a new floor (doesn't the old one look like ass?) and light fixture (Home Depot standard issue---one word---ghetto) is in the works as well.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Happy Birthdays
The past few days have delivered a one-two punch in terms of milestones.
I marked another year of existence last Friday and the blog turns one today.
Funny how time flies, eh?
I marked another year of existence last Friday and the blog turns one today.
Funny how time flies, eh?
Friday, August 25, 2006
Spotty
Well the cat was out of the bag.
My developer was rehabbing a building a mere stone’s throw from our development.
As I was later to discover, it was not the only condo project he had done since he finished our conversion a few years ago.
But that’s neither here nor there.
There he was gutting and rehabbing literally in the shadow of my building---and without permits might I add.
I went and checked the city’s permit database for the address and found nothing.
If my memory serves me correctly my developer conceded in the informal hearing last year that this was his first development and therefore he wasn’t aware of all of the details and ordinances that went into the process.
I would suspect that his excuses would wear thin right about now.
Plus I got a copy of the tape-recorded proceedings just so I could make sure that my memory wouldn’t completely fail me.
How in the world could you either not know or “forget” to apply for construction permits on a building rehab?
Lord forbid that the roof above your head, the electricity within your walls and the plumbing that runs through the building would be safe, up to code and given the official stamp of approval by city inspectors.
Having an occupancy permit to ensure that the whole pile of bricks isn’t gonna cave in anytime soon is also helpful.
While I have my theories, I can’t comment on my developer’s state of mind or actions.
The only thing I could do is alert the Lord High Executioner to these latest developments and wait to hear back.
My developer was rehabbing a building a mere stone’s throw from our development.
As I was later to discover, it was not the only condo project he had done since he finished our conversion a few years ago.
But that’s neither here nor there.
There he was gutting and rehabbing literally in the shadow of my building---and without permits might I add.
I went and checked the city’s permit database for the address and found nothing.
If my memory serves me correctly my developer conceded in the informal hearing last year that this was his first development and therefore he wasn’t aware of all of the details and ordinances that went into the process.
I would suspect that his excuses would wear thin right about now.
Plus I got a copy of the tape-recorded proceedings just so I could make sure that my memory wouldn’t completely fail me.
How in the world could you either not know or “forget” to apply for construction permits on a building rehab?
Lord forbid that the roof above your head, the electricity within your walls and the plumbing that runs through the building would be safe, up to code and given the official stamp of approval by city inspectors.
Having an occupancy permit to ensure that the whole pile of bricks isn’t gonna cave in anytime soon is also helpful.
While I have my theories, I can’t comment on my developer’s state of mind or actions.
The only thing I could do is alert the Lord High Executioner to these latest developments and wait to hear back.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Keep The Faith
I know my blogging friend ChiKat isn’t too hopeful about Woodlawn’s status as an “up and coming neighborhood” but I say banish those nagging thoughts.
With the University of Chicago is making nicey and the rate of new residential development in the ‘hood, I think Woodlawn will become what the Uptown neighborhood is now---nice enough that the real estate prices are through the roof but still with that funky urban edge.
You see I used to live in Uptown in the late nineties and left in 2001. Note: I loved my neighborhood but wanted more space and knew it was time to move on to greener pastures. Had I stayed my little piece of heaven would have been worth a tidy little bundle. Can you say retirement money and cabana boys?
So nuts to the people who won’t stick it out, nuts to the people who think a neighborhood that’s been plagued by crime and neglect will turn around in a year and nuts to the people who don’t believe in the south side.
Good riddance.
I left Uptown before the Borders, The Uptown Lounge, Crew, Soggy Paws and the Sushi Restaurant took residence. There is not a day I don’t kick myself for not having faith in my good decision to live in what was at the time a “sketchy” neighborhood with beautiful old housing stock.
To the active, community involved urban pioneer go the spoils.
With the University of Chicago is making nicey and the rate of new residential development in the ‘hood, I think Woodlawn will become what the Uptown neighborhood is now---nice enough that the real estate prices are through the roof but still with that funky urban edge.
You see I used to live in Uptown in the late nineties and left in 2001. Note: I loved my neighborhood but wanted more space and knew it was time to move on to greener pastures. Had I stayed my little piece of heaven would have been worth a tidy little bundle. Can you say retirement money and cabana boys?
So nuts to the people who won’t stick it out, nuts to the people who think a neighborhood that’s been plagued by crime and neglect will turn around in a year and nuts to the people who don’t believe in the south side.
Good riddance.
I left Uptown before the Borders, The Uptown Lounge, Crew, Soggy Paws and the Sushi Restaurant took residence. There is not a day I don’t kick myself for not having faith in my good decision to live in what was at the time a “sketchy” neighborhood with beautiful old housing stock.
To the active, community involved urban pioneer go the spoils.
Woodlawn Neighborhood Gardens #2
The faculty, staff and students at Hyde Park Career Academy (formerly Hyde Park High School) contribute to the aesthetic of the neighborhood with a nice garden around the flag pole AND a super hot mosaic around the planter to boot.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Woodlawn Neighborhood Gardens #1
I walk past this zen like garden located in the 6400 block of Dorchester to and from the Metra. Notice the new construction in the background of the second picture.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Pretty Girls
You know the great thing about living around a bunch of attractive women?
Men tend to want to impress the women and tell them things that they have no business telling them in the first place.
That, my friends, is how I found out that my developer started “converting” another building literally right outside of my back door.
But I digress. Let me fill in some of the blanks.
A majority of the unit owners in our building are single women. Attractive single women might I add. Now I’m trying to convey this in the least Angelina Jolie way as possible but I’m sure you get the idea.
Not saying that I’m nothin’ to sneeze at but I’ve long been of the philosophy that I want my female friends and acquaintances to be prettier than me---dare I say supernova hot.
This doesn’t bother me in the least little bit.
Conventional wisdom says that if a guy wants to meet one of my ridiculously hot friends at a social gathering, I by default get my drinks paid for as well.
Not only does that curry favor with the friend but I am placated with drinks and (at least in the guy’s mind) am less likely to “cock block” any of his moves.
When you have a popular sister in high school you learn to either face down your insecurities or use them to your advantage.
I’ve perfected the art of being the third wheel.
So this little skill comes in handy as some of my developer’s workmen may not say “boo” to me but they will talk to some of my attractive neighbors.
It’s a great way to find out who’s who and what’s what.
So you can imagine that after a bout of hair flipping and eye batting one of my neighbors came over and dropped the bomb that our developer had the gall to actually “convert” a building two blocks south of our association.
Madder than a wet hen didn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling. I knew my Spidey Sense was tingling for a reason.
But then I built a bridge and got over myself.
I thought, “Maybe he’s done this development right this time. Perhaps he cleaned up his act.”
I thought I should give him the benefit of the doubt but still nose around and verify.
Good thing I listened to the “verify” portion of that thought ‘cause a leopard don’t change his spots ladies and gentlemen.
And it seems like my developer isn’t in any hurry to change his either.
Men tend to want to impress the women and tell them things that they have no business telling them in the first place.
That, my friends, is how I found out that my developer started “converting” another building literally right outside of my back door.
But I digress. Let me fill in some of the blanks.
A majority of the unit owners in our building are single women. Attractive single women might I add. Now I’m trying to convey this in the least Angelina Jolie way as possible but I’m sure you get the idea.
Not saying that I’m nothin’ to sneeze at but I’ve long been of the philosophy that I want my female friends and acquaintances to be prettier than me---dare I say supernova hot.
This doesn’t bother me in the least little bit.
Conventional wisdom says that if a guy wants to meet one of my ridiculously hot friends at a social gathering, I by default get my drinks paid for as well.
Not only does that curry favor with the friend but I am placated with drinks and (at least in the guy’s mind) am less likely to “cock block” any of his moves.
When you have a popular sister in high school you learn to either face down your insecurities or use them to your advantage.
I’ve perfected the art of being the third wheel.
So this little skill comes in handy as some of my developer’s workmen may not say “boo” to me but they will talk to some of my attractive neighbors.
It’s a great way to find out who’s who and what’s what.
So you can imagine that after a bout of hair flipping and eye batting one of my neighbors came over and dropped the bomb that our developer had the gall to actually “convert” a building two blocks south of our association.
Madder than a wet hen didn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling. I knew my Spidey Sense was tingling for a reason.
But then I built a bridge and got over myself.
I thought, “Maybe he’s done this development right this time. Perhaps he cleaned up his act.”
I thought I should give him the benefit of the doubt but still nose around and verify.
Good thing I listened to the “verify” portion of that thought ‘cause a leopard don’t change his spots ladies and gentlemen.
And it seems like my developer isn’t in any hurry to change his either.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
So Did I Mention...
Ladies and Gentlemen did I mention that my developer is converting a building into condominiums that is literally so close to my back door, I can see it out of my kitchen window?
Perhaps it's time to explain why you haven't been hearing alot lately about my developer's latest construction hijinx. Just because I haven't been posting doesn't meaning I and my neighbors haven't been working---and watching.
Perhaps it's time to explain why you haven't been hearing alot lately about my developer's latest construction hijinx. Just because I haven't been posting doesn't meaning I and my neighbors haven't been working---and watching.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
It’s A Great Weekend To Be A Chicagoan
For those of you not as fortunate to live in the city let me in on what you’re missing this weekend:
Loolapalooza
Kayne, Common, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Matisyahu AND the heat wave has broken. Why wouldn’t you want to be here?
Tall Ships Chicago
It was super awesome to watch them come into Navy Pier yesterday. I walked around saying “Aaargh” all night. I also had an overwhelming impulse to buy a parrot.
North Halsted Market Days
Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay. But there’s (literally) something for everyone at one of the largest summer street fairs in the city. Since the neighborhood is rapidly gentrifying young families with children are now more than ever in the mix. Market Days usually means I need to start shopping for winter hats (don’t ask)
Retro on Roscoe
Street fair extraordinaire in the Roscoe Village neighborhood. You know how we live for our street fairs here in the city.
Did I mention that the heat wave broke and now being outside is much nicer?
Loolapalooza
Kayne, Common, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Matisyahu AND the heat wave has broken. Why wouldn’t you want to be here?
Tall Ships Chicago
It was super awesome to watch them come into Navy Pier yesterday. I walked around saying “Aaargh” all night. I also had an overwhelming impulse to buy a parrot.
North Halsted Market Days
Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay. But there’s (literally) something for everyone at one of the largest summer street fairs in the city. Since the neighborhood is rapidly gentrifying young families with children are now more than ever in the mix. Market Days usually means I need to start shopping for winter hats (don’t ask)
Retro on Roscoe
Street fair extraordinaire in the Roscoe Village neighborhood. You know how we live for our street fairs here in the city.
Did I mention that the heat wave broke and now being outside is much nicer?
The Barbeque
Once a summer, we as an association pick a date and have a barbeque in our back courtyard.
It’s a great opportunity to sit down with the neighbors and chat.
Everyone is usually going in so many different directions that we rarely see each other.
The barbeque was discussed at our June meeting and boy were the plans grandiose.
Flyers were supposed to go up to notify everyone in our association in plenty of time. Plans were made to invite other condo associations in the neighborhood.
For whatever reason none of that happened.
So as usual, no one knew if the barbeque was still on or if it had been postponed. Different people were giving different answers.
Actually that’s not entirely true.
Our association lawyer received an e-mail letting him know that he was invited to the festivities.
The rest of us got no notification whatsoever.
Okay, fine---that’s par for the course with my condo association.
That wasn’t the kicker---the kicker was what one of the board members had to say to me.
Board Member: “You said that you’d take us out for dinner if we ever got money out of the (real estate) management companies.”
Me: “I did?”
Board Member: “Yes you did.”
This person went on to talk about how much money has come in from the real estate management/mortgage company owners of the foreclosed upon units.
Insinuating that I basically quit the board for no good reason and I had no idea what I was talking about.
I just looked at this individual like they had a third eye in the middle of their head.
I let them prattle on but managed to insert a one question:
Me: “So you’re telling me that the real estate management/mortgage company paid all of the back assessments owed for the unit(s)? Even the portion they were responsible for?”
Board Member: “No.”
Me: “Oh, I just wanted to be clear on what you’re telling me.”
Selective memory is a bitch in this heat so I’m sure this person failed to remember this little ditty I sent upon my resignation.
I never said that as an association that we weren’t going to collect any money, I said that it was unethical to attempt to stick someone with a bill that’s not rightfully theirs.
Moreover the execution of association financial business was astoundingly slow.
But don’t get me started down that road.
Instead referencing the facts and mucking up this person’s reality, I tied up the conversation in a nice neat bow by saying:
“Well I think it’s just great that we’re on firmer financial footing. Money coming in can never be a bad thing.”
Now wasn’t that so good of me? I didn’t even break a sweat.
I turned to the person next to me and engaged them in conversation. All the while sipping on the champagne I brought with me for just such an emergency.
It’s a great opportunity to sit down with the neighbors and chat.
Everyone is usually going in so many different directions that we rarely see each other.
The barbeque was discussed at our June meeting and boy were the plans grandiose.
Flyers were supposed to go up to notify everyone in our association in plenty of time. Plans were made to invite other condo associations in the neighborhood.
For whatever reason none of that happened.
So as usual, no one knew if the barbeque was still on or if it had been postponed. Different people were giving different answers.
Actually that’s not entirely true.
Our association lawyer received an e-mail letting him know that he was invited to the festivities.
The rest of us got no notification whatsoever.
Okay, fine---that’s par for the course with my condo association.
That wasn’t the kicker---the kicker was what one of the board members had to say to me.
Board Member: “You said that you’d take us out for dinner if we ever got money out of the (real estate) management companies.”
Me: “I did?”
Board Member: “Yes you did.”
This person went on to talk about how much money has come in from the real estate management/mortgage company owners of the foreclosed upon units.
Insinuating that I basically quit the board for no good reason and I had no idea what I was talking about.
I just looked at this individual like they had a third eye in the middle of their head.
I let them prattle on but managed to insert a one question:
Me: “So you’re telling me that the real estate management/mortgage company paid all of the back assessments owed for the unit(s)? Even the portion they were responsible for?”
Board Member: “No.”
Me: “Oh, I just wanted to be clear on what you’re telling me.”
Selective memory is a bitch in this heat so I’m sure this person failed to remember this little ditty I sent upon my resignation.
I never said that as an association that we weren’t going to collect any money, I said that it was unethical to attempt to stick someone with a bill that’s not rightfully theirs.
Moreover the execution of association financial business was astoundingly slow.
But don’t get me started down that road.
Instead referencing the facts and mucking up this person’s reality, I tied up the conversation in a nice neat bow by saying:
“Well I think it’s just great that we’re on firmer financial footing. Money coming in can never be a bad thing.”
Now wasn’t that so good of me? I didn’t even break a sweat.
I turned to the person next to me and engaged them in conversation. All the while sipping on the champagne I brought with me for just such an emergency.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Paradise By The Dashboard Lights and the Big Box---The Reality
From what I’ve been able to surmise Woodlawn has jack shit when it come to retail.
And no, fast food restaurants and chicken places don’t count.
Since there is no grocery store, dry cleaners, hardware store, or Laundromat within walking distance of my house, I spend 99.9% of the money I earn outside of my neighborhood.
Bus ride to Hyde Park to the Co-Op shopping center are pretty much the norm.
Note: That’s a full ten city blocks away from my home.
Quite frankly as a urban dwelling south sider, I’m lucky to have that option.
At least a grocery store, hardware store and drug store are in a tight grouping which allows me to save on time and in most cases money.
I honestly can’t think of anywhere I can do that in Woodlawn proper.
Moreover the existing retail that I’ve had the opportunity to patronize is piss poor.
The few Mom and Pop stores that managed to survive are now run by folks who live outside of the community. That in and of itself isn’t a deal breaker.
What chaps my hide is the fact that people who live outside of the community not only offer substandard goods and services but they in turn barely support the community with charitable efforts.
A for-profit business has no obligation to participate in any type of goodwill, charitable or not. Nonetheless I was always under the impression that creating goodwill often meant creating and keeping new customers.
Now I’m sure what I don’t know about the business community in Woodlawn would fill volumes. But as I’m reminded at work from time to time perception is reality. And from where I stand dusty cans of clinged peaches and rotting cabbage do not a quality store make.
Don’t even get me started on which large Chicagoland grocery store in my neighborhood just started carrying olive oil.
Moo and Oink has olive oil and you mean to tell me this particular grocer can’t get a bottle of basic olive oil on the shelves until 2006?
Bullshit.
One of my neighbors who shops at the store on a regular basis was shocked when she didn’t have to go to another store to find her cooking staple.
So when you combine the lack of commerce, the abundance of need along with faltering competition, our little hood is ripe for a big box retailer.
After all south siders spend money too.
Oh before I forget---Paradise my friend if I didn’t have to take public transportation, trust me I wouldn’t.
The fact that I have to walk everywhere has nothing to do with being concerned about the environment or some high purpose---I simply can’t afford a car.
I’ve had enough shitty CTA service, indifferent train operators and bus drivers while rubbing elbows with shady characters to last a lifetime.
Personally if I could afford a car and driver at my beck and call you bet your boots I’d be hightailing it to Target on 87th Street in a quick hurry.
And no, fast food restaurants and chicken places don’t count.
Since there is no grocery store, dry cleaners, hardware store, or Laundromat within walking distance of my house, I spend 99.9% of the money I earn outside of my neighborhood.
Bus ride to Hyde Park to the Co-Op shopping center are pretty much the norm.
Note: That’s a full ten city blocks away from my home.
Quite frankly as a urban dwelling south sider, I’m lucky to have that option.
At least a grocery store, hardware store and drug store are in a tight grouping which allows me to save on time and in most cases money.
I honestly can’t think of anywhere I can do that in Woodlawn proper.
Moreover the existing retail that I’ve had the opportunity to patronize is piss poor.
The few Mom and Pop stores that managed to survive are now run by folks who live outside of the community. That in and of itself isn’t a deal breaker.
What chaps my hide is the fact that people who live outside of the community not only offer substandard goods and services but they in turn barely support the community with charitable efforts.
A for-profit business has no obligation to participate in any type of goodwill, charitable or not. Nonetheless I was always under the impression that creating goodwill often meant creating and keeping new customers.
Now I’m sure what I don’t know about the business community in Woodlawn would fill volumes. But as I’m reminded at work from time to time perception is reality. And from where I stand dusty cans of clinged peaches and rotting cabbage do not a quality store make.
Don’t even get me started on which large Chicagoland grocery store in my neighborhood just started carrying olive oil.
Moo and Oink has olive oil and you mean to tell me this particular grocer can’t get a bottle of basic olive oil on the shelves until 2006?
Bullshit.
One of my neighbors who shops at the store on a regular basis was shocked when she didn’t have to go to another store to find her cooking staple.
So when you combine the lack of commerce, the abundance of need along with faltering competition, our little hood is ripe for a big box retailer.
After all south siders spend money too.
Oh before I forget---Paradise my friend if I didn’t have to take public transportation, trust me I wouldn’t.
The fact that I have to walk everywhere has nothing to do with being concerned about the environment or some high purpose---I simply can’t afford a car.
I’ve had enough shitty CTA service, indifferent train operators and bus drivers while rubbing elbows with shady characters to last a lifetime.
Personally if I could afford a car and driver at my beck and call you bet your boots I’d be hightailing it to Target on 87th Street in a quick hurry.
Paradise By The Dashboard Lights and the Big Box---The Theory
Frequent reader Paradise left a comment about my last post concerning the new Walgreens that opened around the corner from my home.
While his (or her) theory is sound and very well thought out, unfortunately the intent of my post was to illustrate the lack of goods and services in my immediate neighborhood and throughout Woodlawn.
In short P., if a Target or Wal-Mart plopped down in the middle of Stony Island right now, I’d do the happiest of the happy dances.
Normally I don’t shill for the man. Both superstores are well oiled corporations that know how to squeeze a buck out of everything they do.
But Woodlawn, and in my opinion most of the south and west sides of the city, are in an entirely different situation than the north side and most of the suburbs.
I think it’s nice to wax on about the “unsustanibility” of big box retailers and how their car dependent focus affects everything from the “walkability” of a city to the effect on mass transit. The truth of the matter is that affordable quality shopping options are few and far between where I live.
I used to be the biggest Wal-Mart hater you could find. From what I’ve read, they are not the best corporate citizen and they tend to treat their workers poorly.
I railed against the machine until Wal-Marts started plopping down in and near my hometown of South Bend, IN.
I continued to rail as my sister found her way to their doors and started to shop there.
I held my nose aloft until my sister put it in terms I could understand:
“I can’t feed three kids on principle. Unless you’re going to start buying my groceries, shut your cakehole.”
Whomp there it is.
I know P. is right. I’m smart enough to see the forest through the trees but corporate disdain is for those of you who have options. When you have none (or fewer than most) those absolutes aren’t so absolute.
While his (or her) theory is sound and very well thought out, unfortunately the intent of my post was to illustrate the lack of goods and services in my immediate neighborhood and throughout Woodlawn.
In short P., if a Target or Wal-Mart plopped down in the middle of Stony Island right now, I’d do the happiest of the happy dances.
Normally I don’t shill for the man. Both superstores are well oiled corporations that know how to squeeze a buck out of everything they do.
But Woodlawn, and in my opinion most of the south and west sides of the city, are in an entirely different situation than the north side and most of the suburbs.
I think it’s nice to wax on about the “unsustanibility” of big box retailers and how their car dependent focus affects everything from the “walkability” of a city to the effect on mass transit. The truth of the matter is that affordable quality shopping options are few and far between where I live.
I used to be the biggest Wal-Mart hater you could find. From what I’ve read, they are not the best corporate citizen and they tend to treat their workers poorly.
I railed against the machine until Wal-Marts started plopping down in and near my hometown of South Bend, IN.
I continued to rail as my sister found her way to their doors and started to shop there.
I held my nose aloft until my sister put it in terms I could understand:
“I can’t feed three kids on principle. Unless you’re going to start buying my groceries, shut your cakehole.”
Whomp there it is.
I know P. is right. I’m smart enough to see the forest through the trees but corporate disdain is for those of you who have options. When you have none (or fewer than most) those absolutes aren’t so absolute.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Commerce, Finally
Praise Jesus.
The Walgreens has finally opened up near my house.
Now I won't either have to trek to Chatham, Hyde Park or the Loop in order to pick up medicine or take advantage of the great weekly sales.
Because I don't have a car trying to get to Walmart or Target is troublesome. What's even worse is carrying my purchases home. Only so much will fit into a grocery cart.
So I sat down one day with my Sunday ads and did side by side price comparisons of the sale goods that Target and Walgreens offered. It turned out that the prices were either a wash or there wasn't that much of a difference.
The bright light popped on and I came to the conclusion that instead of schlepping to Target or begging for a ride, that I would simply hit the five Walgreens near my work to get my household items.
You see my friends I like to buy in bulk and I like to clip coupons. What can I say---I'll spend money on good hooch but shop for the best value for my dish soap.
Go figure?
Plus I don't want to be left stranded on the toliet when there's two feet of snow on the ground and I have no toliet paper.
Now that's a lonely and uncomfortable feeling.
The only drawback is I have to get to items from work to home.
At the worst it takes several weeks worth of trips. If I'm lucky I can convince a friend to come and pick me up after work and I just load up all of my stuff.
Now with a Walgreens three blocks away this process just got a whole lot less involved.
My big late summer/early fall stock up is in full effect, yo!
At least you guys know where to write if you need some cleanser or paper goods.
The Walgreens has finally opened up near my house.
Now I won't either have to trek to Chatham, Hyde Park or the Loop in order to pick up medicine or take advantage of the great weekly sales.
Because I don't have a car trying to get to Walmart or Target is troublesome. What's even worse is carrying my purchases home. Only so much will fit into a grocery cart.
So I sat down one day with my Sunday ads and did side by side price comparisons of the sale goods that Target and Walgreens offered. It turned out that the prices were either a wash or there wasn't that much of a difference.
The bright light popped on and I came to the conclusion that instead of schlepping to Target or begging for a ride, that I would simply hit the five Walgreens near my work to get my household items.
You see my friends I like to buy in bulk and I like to clip coupons. What can I say---I'll spend money on good hooch but shop for the best value for my dish soap.
Go figure?
Plus I don't want to be left stranded on the toliet when there's two feet of snow on the ground and I have no toliet paper.
Now that's a lonely and uncomfortable feeling.
The only drawback is I have to get to items from work to home.
At the worst it takes several weeks worth of trips. If I'm lucky I can convince a friend to come and pick me up after work and I just load up all of my stuff.
Now with a Walgreens three blocks away this process just got a whole lot less involved.
My big late summer/early fall stock up is in full effect, yo!
At least you guys know where to write if you need some cleanser or paper goods.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
The Refrigerator
I came home a few weeks ago to an unexpected surprise.
My cat Jack had somehow gotten into the refrigerator and pulled out a majority of it’s contents, ate and scattered them hither and yon, then proceeded to leave the door open so all of the contents inside warmed up to salmonella breeding temperatures.
Actually that’s not true---the contents and the open refrigerator themselves were down right hot. So much so that the closed freezer above started to warm up and its contents were mere hours away from turning into mush themselves.
Needless to say that all of my dairy products had to meet Mr. Trash Can.
I was not a happy camper.
One of the unfortunate results of Jack’s tumor is that more than likely it’s pressing into his stomach and making eating and digestion generally uncomfortable for him.
Since he’s not getting any nutrition his fur is falling out in droves.
He can barely keep any type of food down.
When his dry food became too much for his stomach, he simply stopped eating. I switched to a wet food and he ate it but quickly became disenchanted.
I truly don’t know if it was the food, the flavor or that he can’t eat as much as he’d like in any one sitting.
Throwing up is seemingly a daily occurrence for my friendly furry man.
He barely eats anything but still has an appetite.
That got me to thinking that he can’t be that far gone with this cancer thing if he still wants to eat.
So like the good cat mother I try to be I started feeding him people and baby food.
Cooked turkey sausage, Gerber chicken stix & meat stix, tuna---you name it I tried to feed it to him.
Now he’d eat his new meals for a day or two---just long enough to fool me into thinking that I’d found the solution. And then as suddenly as he’d start eating, he’d stop.
The last time he went to the vet a few weeks ago he weighed less than 10 pounds. I’m sure that number has gone down as well.
So imagine my surprise when I found steaks on the living room carpet.
Who knew a cancer ridden cat with one eye and mangy looking fur could pull multiple steaks out of the frig?
At this point you’re probably wondering how the cat got into the refrigerator in the first place.
Rushing to get out of the house one morning, I may have not fully closed the door as I grabbed my yogurt on the way to the train.
All Jack had to do was slip a well placed paw into even the tiniest gap and pop that bad boy open.
The rest you already know.
He may not be long for this world but at least he’s going out fighting.
My cat Jack had somehow gotten into the refrigerator and pulled out a majority of it’s contents, ate and scattered them hither and yon, then proceeded to leave the door open so all of the contents inside warmed up to salmonella breeding temperatures.
Actually that’s not true---the contents and the open refrigerator themselves were down right hot. So much so that the closed freezer above started to warm up and its contents were mere hours away from turning into mush themselves.
Needless to say that all of my dairy products had to meet Mr. Trash Can.
I was not a happy camper.
One of the unfortunate results of Jack’s tumor is that more than likely it’s pressing into his stomach and making eating and digestion generally uncomfortable for him.
Since he’s not getting any nutrition his fur is falling out in droves.
He can barely keep any type of food down.
When his dry food became too much for his stomach, he simply stopped eating. I switched to a wet food and he ate it but quickly became disenchanted.
I truly don’t know if it was the food, the flavor or that he can’t eat as much as he’d like in any one sitting.
Throwing up is seemingly a daily occurrence for my friendly furry man.
He barely eats anything but still has an appetite.
That got me to thinking that he can’t be that far gone with this cancer thing if he still wants to eat.
So like the good cat mother I try to be I started feeding him people and baby food.
Cooked turkey sausage, Gerber chicken stix & meat stix, tuna---you name it I tried to feed it to him.
Now he’d eat his new meals for a day or two---just long enough to fool me into thinking that I’d found the solution. And then as suddenly as he’d start eating, he’d stop.
The last time he went to the vet a few weeks ago he weighed less than 10 pounds. I’m sure that number has gone down as well.
So imagine my surprise when I found steaks on the living room carpet.
Who knew a cancer ridden cat with one eye and mangy looking fur could pull multiple steaks out of the frig?
At this point you’re probably wondering how the cat got into the refrigerator in the first place.
Rushing to get out of the house one morning, I may have not fully closed the door as I grabbed my yogurt on the way to the train.
All Jack had to do was slip a well placed paw into even the tiniest gap and pop that bad boy open.
The rest you already know.
He may not be long for this world but at least he’s going out fighting.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
The Catwalk
Last night amid TGIF frivolity I receive a phone call from my neighbor.
Neighbor: “I have your cat.”
WW: “Excuse me?”
Neighbor: “I have your cat. I found him on my front porch.”
This is a conversation I have with my neighbors at least once every summer so I didn’t think it was so unusual.
Neighbor: “I’ll return him to you in a temporary carrier that I have but I have no idea
how he got over here.”
WW: “Oh he just got up and walked over.”
I could imagine the look of puzzlement on her face.
I live on the third floor of a one hundred plus year old building. If you saw the pictures of the flowers you know that I have a front porch. On occasion if I leave Jack unattended and he get bored, he just takes a little walk across to the neighboring balconies just to see what’s going on.
Oh yeah---the walk is about fifty feet off the ground on a narrow ledge. He’s a cat, apparently he can handle the stroll.
My question is how in God’s name did he get out on the porch?
I could have sworn that I did a visual check of his whereabouts before I left yesterday morning.
Then of course he probably followed me out as I checked the weather from the porch and I didn’t know he was out there.
That’s the only way I can imagine that this whole thing happened.
But I am referring to the animal that somehow got into my refrigerator and pulled food out to see what he could eat.
I wound up with a steak on my dinning room carpet. But that is another blog entry for another time.
For a cat that is very sick with cancer he still finds ways to amaze me.
Neighbor: “I have your cat.”
WW: “Excuse me?”
Neighbor: “I have your cat. I found him on my front porch.”
This is a conversation I have with my neighbors at least once every summer so I didn’t think it was so unusual.
Neighbor: “I’ll return him to you in a temporary carrier that I have but I have no idea
how he got over here.”
WW: “Oh he just got up and walked over.”
I could imagine the look of puzzlement on her face.
I live on the third floor of a one hundred plus year old building. If you saw the pictures of the flowers you know that I have a front porch. On occasion if I leave Jack unattended and he get bored, he just takes a little walk across to the neighboring balconies just to see what’s going on.
Oh yeah---the walk is about fifty feet off the ground on a narrow ledge. He’s a cat, apparently he can handle the stroll.
My question is how in God’s name did he get out on the porch?
I could have sworn that I did a visual check of his whereabouts before I left yesterday morning.
Then of course he probably followed me out as I checked the weather from the porch and I didn’t know he was out there.
That’s the only way I can imagine that this whole thing happened.
But I am referring to the animal that somehow got into my refrigerator and pulled food out to see what he could eat.
I wound up with a steak on my dinning room carpet. But that is another blog entry for another time.
For a cat that is very sick with cancer he still finds ways to amaze me.
Friday, July 21, 2006
It's a Hootenanny!
The association cookout is supposedly tomorrow. This ought to be a good one. Details to follow.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Urban Sprawl, Woodlawn Style
One of my neighbors received the following letter yesterday:
Re: XXXX East 65th Place
Chicago, IL
Dear Property Owner or Resident:
In accordance with the requirements of the Lake Michigan and Chicago Lakefront Protection Ordinance specifically Section 194B-6.1(C), please be informed that on or about June 30th, 2006, the undersigned will file an application to the Chicago Plan Commission under the Lake Michigan and Chicago Lakefront Protection Ordinance on behalf of XXXX East 65th Place, Inc. for the property located at XXXX East 65th Place, Chicago, Illinois.
The applicant plans to build a new four unit residential building on the subject property.
I am the attorney for the applicant and the contact person for this application. My address is XXXX West Washington Street, Chicago, IL and my telephone number is (XXX) XXX-XXXX.
Please note that the applicant is not seeking to affect or purchase your property. The applicant is required by law to send this notice because you own property within 250 feet of the subject property.
Sincerely,
XXXX
Naturally phone calls were placed and oddly enough the attorney declined to name the developer. I was told that he said that this person was a private developer with private monies seeking to build market rate housing on the lot.
I wonder what's up with the cloak and daggers?
Re: XXXX East 65th Place
Chicago, IL
Dear Property Owner or Resident:
In accordance with the requirements of the Lake Michigan and Chicago Lakefront Protection Ordinance specifically Section 194B-6.1(C), please be informed that on or about June 30th, 2006, the undersigned will file an application to the Chicago Plan Commission under the Lake Michigan and Chicago Lakefront Protection Ordinance on behalf of XXXX East 65th Place, Inc. for the property located at XXXX East 65th Place, Chicago, Illinois.
The applicant plans to build a new four unit residential building on the subject property.
I am the attorney for the applicant and the contact person for this application. My address is XXXX West Washington Street, Chicago, IL and my telephone number is (XXX) XXX-XXXX.
Please note that the applicant is not seeking to affect or purchase your property. The applicant is required by law to send this notice because you own property within 250 feet of the subject property.
Sincerely,
XXXX
Naturally phone calls were placed and oddly enough the attorney declined to name the developer. I was told that he said that this person was a private developer with private monies seeking to build market rate housing on the lot.
I wonder what's up with the cloak and daggers?
Monday, July 17, 2006
Green Acres
Patience is a virtue when trying to work with the City of Chicago.
The school across the street submitted an application for the 50/50 sidewalk construction program on April 25th.
Up until last week, they had not heard a peep from anyone.
It turns out that the Department of Transportation misplaced the school’s application. A few phone calls from me to my alderman’s office and in turn to the Department of Transportation not only yielded the application but an application number to boot.
This happened on July 10th.
Yep, from April 25th to July 10th the application sat in oblivion. Never to be heard from again.
You really have to make your own luck in this town cats and kittens. As you can see, ain’t nobody gonna give you a break.
In fact, the day I received the phone call updating me on the application’s status I actually saw the surveying crew doing their thing.
Once the estimate comes in to the school, they’ll then decide if they have enough money to go forward.
If we’re lucky we might see a new sidewalk and parkway before the weather changes.
I will say that the school has held up its end of the bargain by picking up the trash and mowing the parkway.
They get major props as those simple acts have literally transformed the whole look of the neighborhood.
New sidewalks and green grass will make it look even better.
The school across the street submitted an application for the 50/50 sidewalk construction program on April 25th.
Up until last week, they had not heard a peep from anyone.
It turns out that the Department of Transportation misplaced the school’s application. A few phone calls from me to my alderman’s office and in turn to the Department of Transportation not only yielded the application but an application number to boot.
This happened on July 10th.
Yep, from April 25th to July 10th the application sat in oblivion. Never to be heard from again.
You really have to make your own luck in this town cats and kittens. As you can see, ain’t nobody gonna give you a break.
In fact, the day I received the phone call updating me on the application’s status I actually saw the surveying crew doing their thing.
Once the estimate comes in to the school, they’ll then decide if they have enough money to go forward.
If we’re lucky we might see a new sidewalk and parkway before the weather changes.
I will say that the school has held up its end of the bargain by picking up the trash and mowing the parkway.
They get major props as those simple acts have literally transformed the whole look of the neighborhood.
New sidewalks and green grass will make it look even better.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Good Night & Good Luck
Justice is for those who can afford such luxuries.
Unfortunately while our association is in a much better position financially, we aren’t at the point where we can shell out a $7,500 retainer for a lawyer.
A lawyer who would of took the case on a contingency fee might I add.
Every lawyer or legal person I’ve spoken to has said we have an open and shut case. Slam dunk, no question.
But as I’m sure you all know because you’re up on things like that---a judgment isn’t worth the piece of paper it’s written on.
Yeah, it’s great to be able to attach it on to a credit report but we’re looking for the cash.
Cold, hard, put it in the bank account cash.
Anything less---lawsuit wise---is pointless.
I mean we just got bitch slapped by the bankruptcy trustee regarding the almost $7,000 judgment against Maurice Cousin.
While I personally like to mix it up when I know I’ve been wronged, this isn’t my call. It’s the association’s call and I can’t see those kids willing to extend more energy for the probability of a less than stellar result.
Being fair has nothing to do with justice.
Personally I don’t want to get all Bart Ross on this issue either.
I’m not trying to make light of the pain that psycho cause Judge Lefkow’s family but rather to underscore that sometime you need to know when to when to let it go.
No matter how right you may be or feel you may be.
When you make an issue your number one priority it can consume your very existence until there’s nothing left.
Carlton Knight isn’t worth my soul.
God knows, if he believes in such things, he’s going to have a hard enough time saving his own.
As I’ve said before karma is a motherfucker.
Now don’t think I won’t be persuaded to get back in the fight if a cool $10K or excellent free legal representation drops out of the sky (wouldn’t we make a great pro bono case, hint, hint) but the chances of that are remote.
It’s not that the dog isn’t hunting anymore but rather needed to take a rest after all of that hunting.
I’m sure the scent will get picked up again in the near future.
Unfortunately while our association is in a much better position financially, we aren’t at the point where we can shell out a $7,500 retainer for a lawyer.
A lawyer who would of took the case on a contingency fee might I add.
Every lawyer or legal person I’ve spoken to has said we have an open and shut case. Slam dunk, no question.
But as I’m sure you all know because you’re up on things like that---a judgment isn’t worth the piece of paper it’s written on.
Yeah, it’s great to be able to attach it on to a credit report but we’re looking for the cash.
Cold, hard, put it in the bank account cash.
Anything less---lawsuit wise---is pointless.
I mean we just got bitch slapped by the bankruptcy trustee regarding the almost $7,000 judgment against Maurice Cousin.
While I personally like to mix it up when I know I’ve been wronged, this isn’t my call. It’s the association’s call and I can’t see those kids willing to extend more energy for the probability of a less than stellar result.
Being fair has nothing to do with justice.
Personally I don’t want to get all Bart Ross on this issue either.
I’m not trying to make light of the pain that psycho cause Judge Lefkow’s family but rather to underscore that sometime you need to know when to when to let it go.
No matter how right you may be or feel you may be.
When you make an issue your number one priority it can consume your very existence until there’s nothing left.
Carlton Knight isn’t worth my soul.
God knows, if he believes in such things, he’s going to have a hard enough time saving his own.
As I’ve said before karma is a motherfucker.
Now don’t think I won’t be persuaded to get back in the fight if a cool $10K or excellent free legal representation drops out of the sky (wouldn’t we make a great pro bono case, hint, hint) but the chances of that are remote.
It’s not that the dog isn’t hunting anymore but rather needed to take a rest after all of that hunting.
I’m sure the scent will get picked up again in the near future.
Monday, July 10, 2006
97% Meets 3%
An open invitation to ChiKat.
It's time for you and the husband to come over and have Bloody Mary's and Vodka Lemonades on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I believe it's time for us to meet.
We can talk gardening, crazy neighborhood characters and Woodlawn.
You can throw me an e-mail. Let's make it happen.
Woody
It's time for you and the husband to come over and have Bloody Mary's and Vodka Lemonades on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I believe it's time for us to meet.
We can talk gardening, crazy neighborhood characters and Woodlawn.
You can throw me an e-mail. Let's make it happen.
Woody
Acceptance
You kind folks may have noticed that I haven’t been posting as much lately.
Well quite frankly when I resigned from the condo board, most pipelines of information dried up rather quickly.
Then of course I do have my sanity back.
Unfortunately our grass is paying the price for not having someone else helping to look after it on a regular basis but a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do.
Seriously though---the weed choked lawn is really chapping my hide.
Nonetheless, a certain form of acceptance is settling over me with regards to my bootleg developer.
I still hate him and I still would love to see him nailed to the wall legally but reality has reared its ugly head despite all of my efforts.
We just don’t have to money to pursue that bastard legally.
Brother (or sister) can you spare a dime?
Well quite frankly when I resigned from the condo board, most pipelines of information dried up rather quickly.
Then of course I do have my sanity back.
Unfortunately our grass is paying the price for not having someone else helping to look after it on a regular basis but a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do.
Seriously though---the weed choked lawn is really chapping my hide.
Nonetheless, a certain form of acceptance is settling over me with regards to my bootleg developer.
I still hate him and I still would love to see him nailed to the wall legally but reality has reared its ugly head despite all of my efforts.
We just don’t have to money to pursue that bastard legally.
Brother (or sister) can you spare a dime?
Friday, July 07, 2006
An Ill Wind
Our meeting started 20 minutes late.
The meeting that was confirmed mere minutes before I walked over to the office, the meeting that had been on the books for one month started 20 minutes late.
Oh yeah---The Lord High Executioner wasn’t even in attendance.
Lady Deathstrike, Bufford and I met.
It was, to say the least, not as productive as I had imagined.
I was hoping for a report on the city’s efforts to stop my bootleg developer’s real estate follies. Instead I was greeted with “there is no such thing as a developer’s license.”
Speaking verbatim, they were right---there is no such thing as a developer’s license.
There is such a thing as a real estate developer’s registry and an ordinance that any real estate developer must put his business license number on any and all advertisements, sales literature and contracts.
Six of one, half dozen of the other---I try not to get bogged down in semantics.
I even went so far to locate the press release from over two years ago on the city’s website to illustrate my point.
I was also told keeping track of my developer’s progress through the DCAP process might be difficult. Now I may be vague on the direct quote but it went something like “We have trouble getting answers in our own cases.”
I mentioned that financial relief from our developer seemed like a long shot as attorneys that would represent us on a contingency basis are still not within our budget. My main goals were to stop our developer from unsafe and safety riddled real estate development and to deal with the third party fine we now have in our association’s name.
While there wasn’t too long of a silence in the room, I had a feeling I was losing my audience.
Again I explained why what my developer was doing in the current context of his real estate development in my neighborhood broke several city ordinances concerning development and construction in the city.
Again, I got two sets of eyes that seemed to not fully comprehending why this was a problem.
I was told that perhaps it would be a good idea to put down these concerns in writing. So I did:
Folks,
I wanted to be clear why DCAP should not grant XXXX current request for a building permit for the XXXX project.
Referencing the e-mail I sent yesterday, XXXX falls short on several key issues:
According to my FOIA research at the Department of Business Affairs & Licensing, XXXX does not have a business license.
Without a business license XXXX should not be able to apply for building permits as a real estate developer with DCAP. Quoting the Mayor from the press release, "ensuring that only licensed developers can apply for building permits, this helps improve the quality of building construction."
Furthermore, according the Business Affairs & Licensing's website, XXXX is not registered as a D/B/A (doing business as) for the XXXX, LLC corporation. A name that he has registered with the Secretary of State's office.
Unless I grossly misunderstood the intent of the ordinance, XXXX has not satisfied any of the perfunctory requirements of the ordinance. Moreover, he or individuals under his direction have done significant illegal and unlicensed construction to the building at XXXX. This obviously is in flagrant violation of construction and permit practices. Lastly, according to the County Clerk of the Circuit Court's Website, XXXX still has outstanding monies owed to the city. How can a license for anything be granted to someone who owes significant revenue to the city?
The research that I've done provides a credible and traceable pattern of real estate management and development by XXXX. That along with his lack of familiarity of the procedures central to his livelihood I find it incredulous that he is still allowed to operate.
XXXX has left a paper trail of questionable business dealings and practices that is difficult to ignore. If he is allowed to continue in this manner I fear for the safety of the condo owners of his future projects.
In my opinion he is as much a menace as a common criminal with a gun. Shouldn't future tax paying home owners be afforded every protection the city's legal system can given them?
Respectfully,
The Woodlawn Wonder
How many more ways can I say that my developer’s practices are dangerous? How many more ways can I urge those who can act to do so before it’s too late?
Methinks I feel a definite change in the air and it ain’t for the good.
The meeting that was confirmed mere minutes before I walked over to the office, the meeting that had been on the books for one month started 20 minutes late.
Oh yeah---The Lord High Executioner wasn’t even in attendance.
Lady Deathstrike, Bufford and I met.
It was, to say the least, not as productive as I had imagined.
I was hoping for a report on the city’s efforts to stop my bootleg developer’s real estate follies. Instead I was greeted with “there is no such thing as a developer’s license.”
Speaking verbatim, they were right---there is no such thing as a developer’s license.
There is such a thing as a real estate developer’s registry and an ordinance that any real estate developer must put his business license number on any and all advertisements, sales literature and contracts.
Six of one, half dozen of the other---I try not to get bogged down in semantics.
I even went so far to locate the press release from over two years ago on the city’s website to illustrate my point.
I was also told keeping track of my developer’s progress through the DCAP process might be difficult. Now I may be vague on the direct quote but it went something like “We have trouble getting answers in our own cases.”
I mentioned that financial relief from our developer seemed like a long shot as attorneys that would represent us on a contingency basis are still not within our budget. My main goals were to stop our developer from unsafe and safety riddled real estate development and to deal with the third party fine we now have in our association’s name.
While there wasn’t too long of a silence in the room, I had a feeling I was losing my audience.
Again I explained why what my developer was doing in the current context of his real estate development in my neighborhood broke several city ordinances concerning development and construction in the city.
Again, I got two sets of eyes that seemed to not fully comprehending why this was a problem.
I was told that perhaps it would be a good idea to put down these concerns in writing. So I did:
Folks,
I wanted to be clear why DCAP should not grant XXXX current request for a building permit for the XXXX project.
Referencing the e-mail I sent yesterday, XXXX falls short on several key issues:
According to my FOIA research at the Department of Business Affairs & Licensing, XXXX does not have a business license.
Without a business license XXXX should not be able to apply for building permits as a real estate developer with DCAP. Quoting the Mayor from the press release, "ensuring that only licensed developers can apply for building permits, this helps improve the quality of building construction."
Furthermore, according the Business Affairs & Licensing's website, XXXX is not registered as a D/B/A (doing business as) for the XXXX, LLC corporation. A name that he has registered with the Secretary of State's office.
Unless I grossly misunderstood the intent of the ordinance, XXXX has not satisfied any of the perfunctory requirements of the ordinance. Moreover, he or individuals under his direction have done significant illegal and unlicensed construction to the building at XXXX. This obviously is in flagrant violation of construction and permit practices. Lastly, according to the County Clerk of the Circuit Court's Website, XXXX still has outstanding monies owed to the city. How can a license for anything be granted to someone who owes significant revenue to the city?
The research that I've done provides a credible and traceable pattern of real estate management and development by XXXX. That along with his lack of familiarity of the procedures central to his livelihood I find it incredulous that he is still allowed to operate.
XXXX has left a paper trail of questionable business dealings and practices that is difficult to ignore. If he is allowed to continue in this manner I fear for the safety of the condo owners of his future projects.
In my opinion he is as much a menace as a common criminal with a gun. Shouldn't future tax paying home owners be afforded every protection the city's legal system can given them?
Respectfully,
The Woodlawn Wonder
How many more ways can I say that my developer’s practices are dangerous? How many more ways can I urge those who can act to do so before it’s too late?
Methinks I feel a definite change in the air and it ain’t for the good.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Blown Off
I was so blown off today by the Lord High Executioner. This cannot be a good sign. Details to follow.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
On The Right Road
Per our monthly association meeting last week, it seems that the green grass is now on our side of the fence.
For the first time in our history all eighteen units will be paying assessments.
We’ve paid off over $14,000 of our loan for the back porches.
We’ve fixed the façade, patched the holes in the roof and finally got the lights up.
It appears that the much needed assessment hike will pad us (*fingers crossed*) from any future special assessments. Moreover, the money will be there for us to embark upon capital improvements and maintenance.
In short, the outlook is sunny.
For the first time in a long time people weren’t on edge or snapping at each other at a meeting. It’s nice to enjoy your neighbor’s company from time to time
More importantly, the meeting was under two hours. An hour and a half if memory serves me correctly.
We even started planning our association cookout. We’re even going to try and invite other condo owners in the immediate area.
Things are going well.
It makes me think that a big cosmic kick in the ass may be coming somewhere down the line.
Sorry guys, I’m trying to control the pessimist in me but it’s so hard.
I’ll try to enjoy our vastly improved fortunes.
For the first time in our history all eighteen units will be paying assessments.
We’ve paid off over $14,000 of our loan for the back porches.
We’ve fixed the façade, patched the holes in the roof and finally got the lights up.
It appears that the much needed assessment hike will pad us (*fingers crossed*) from any future special assessments. Moreover, the money will be there for us to embark upon capital improvements and maintenance.
In short, the outlook is sunny.
For the first time in a long time people weren’t on edge or snapping at each other at a meeting. It’s nice to enjoy your neighbor’s company from time to time
More importantly, the meeting was under two hours. An hour and a half if memory serves me correctly.
We even started planning our association cookout. We’re even going to try and invite other condo owners in the immediate area.
Things are going well.
It makes me think that a big cosmic kick in the ass may be coming somewhere down the line.
Sorry guys, I’m trying to control the pessimist in me but it’s so hard.
I’ll try to enjoy our vastly improved fortunes.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Another One Bites The Dust
Last week at our monthly condo board meeting, it was mentioned that the second of our four foreclosed upon units was scheduled to close that very week.
Yipee!
Our new neighbor---rumored to be a fireman---should be moving in shortly.
Two down, two to go.
Yipee!
Our new neighbor---rumored to be a fireman---should be moving in shortly.
Two down, two to go.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Drag Queens & Politicians & Homosexuals---Oh My!
What is the world coming to when you see the Republican nominee for governor sitting on a float in the gay pride parade?
My first reaction was to shield the eyes of the child closest to me.
Forget the transsexual “women” who are far prettier than me.
Half naked, over baked muscle boys in barely there shorts don’t even raise my eyebrows anymore.
A Republican nominee for governor---that’s something to talk about.
But I digress…
My weekend was spent not hating my developer but rather in search of fun and frolic. I took a short hop up to Minneapolis to watch the Cubs get their ass handed to them.
Then early on Sunday I flew back to Chicago, dropped my stuff off at a friend’s house and settled in for the parade.
If I didn’t know exactly how much I’d been drinking I would have swore that I was hallucinating.
I saw our sitting governor pressing the flesh. Believe everything you hear---his hair doesn’t move---for any reason.
Then a few floats later I saw Judy Barr Topinka, the Republican nominee for governor and almost passed out from the sight.
Just a little background for you folks---in order for politicians to appease a broad range of potential voters, they tend to send people to march for them in a parade instead of showing up themselves.
I’ve never seen Mayor Daley march in a gay pride parade yet he has been well represented in years past.
But when actual politicians start showing up you know something is afoot.
I guess I should of recognized it when the straight girl with boyfriend parade spectator ratio exploded in years past.
And the brouhaha with the display window on Halsted street should have been a red flag.
What clinched it was the entrance of a dueling pianos float from Sluggers.
This is obviously a play for the cabaret set. Perhaps Sluggers’ management is hoping that since it’s a sports bar as well that it may bring in some of the gay jocks.
Apparently the emergence of the gay sports bar Crew has people at Sluggers realizing the potential revenue from gay athletes.
I stopped going to Sluggers after Cubs’ games in my early thirties as their Sam Adams from the tap tastes like ass.
Trust me I drink enough of it so I should know.
The voting population at large may be split on gay marriage but at least one thing is clear in corporate and political America---the gay vote and gay dollar are very much in vogue.
My first reaction was to shield the eyes of the child closest to me.
Forget the transsexual “women” who are far prettier than me.
Half naked, over baked muscle boys in barely there shorts don’t even raise my eyebrows anymore.
A Republican nominee for governor---that’s something to talk about.
But I digress…
My weekend was spent not hating my developer but rather in search of fun and frolic. I took a short hop up to Minneapolis to watch the Cubs get their ass handed to them.
Then early on Sunday I flew back to Chicago, dropped my stuff off at a friend’s house and settled in for the parade.
If I didn’t know exactly how much I’d been drinking I would have swore that I was hallucinating.
I saw our sitting governor pressing the flesh. Believe everything you hear---his hair doesn’t move---for any reason.
Then a few floats later I saw Judy Barr Topinka, the Republican nominee for governor and almost passed out from the sight.
Just a little background for you folks---in order for politicians to appease a broad range of potential voters, they tend to send people to march for them in a parade instead of showing up themselves.
I’ve never seen Mayor Daley march in a gay pride parade yet he has been well represented in years past.
But when actual politicians start showing up you know something is afoot.
I guess I should of recognized it when the straight girl with boyfriend parade spectator ratio exploded in years past.
And the brouhaha with the display window on Halsted street should have been a red flag.
What clinched it was the entrance of a dueling pianos float from Sluggers.
This is obviously a play for the cabaret set. Perhaps Sluggers’ management is hoping that since it’s a sports bar as well that it may bring in some of the gay jocks.
Apparently the emergence of the gay sports bar Crew has people at Sluggers realizing the potential revenue from gay athletes.
I stopped going to Sluggers after Cubs’ games in my early thirties as their Sam Adams from the tap tastes like ass.
Trust me I drink enough of it so I should know.
The voting population at large may be split on gay marriage but at least one thing is clear in corporate and political America---the gay vote and gay dollar are very much in vogue.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Won't You Be My Neighbor, Part Deux
I’ve made no secret of the drama we’ve gone through in our little patch of heaven.
It was a little touch and go at times, scary at others but I believe that we’ve been through the tough times. We're emerging from the fray a little bruised but none the worse for wear.
Assessment collection is up, delinquencies are virtually non existent and slowly but surely the foreclosures are being sold off one by one.
If the rumor is to be believed, a firefighter (**yowsa!**) has allegedly sewed up the third foreclosed upon unit.
But I’m coming to you good folks for a slightly different reason.
I put the pitch out last year for people to become my neighbors but I’m not quite sure if the invitation was investigated and/or accepted.
That’s why I’m giving you kind souls yet another chance to rest your head in Woodlawn.
As luck would have it, my neighbor is selling her place
Like mine, it’s a two bedroom, one bath with a living room, formal dining room and all of the modern conveniences like in unit washer & dryer, dishwasher, HVAC and security system.
Let’s face it friends, it’s a steal at $179K.
If you like vintage buildings (like I do) and want to realize the American dream, we’d love to have you come down and hang with us.
If you’re a faithful reader of this blog, you already know the questions to ask.
Moreover, I’m not going to insult your intelligence and white wash our past problems. The key to that phrase is these were our past problems---we’ve all come such a long was from January of 2005.
The roof has been patched, the façade has been repaired and we’ve got us some brand new back porches.
Plus that little special assessment thing would have to be paid off by the seller prior to closing.
A special psst to you first time home buyers within the city limits, Chicago Public School Teachers, Fire Fighters, Police Officers & University of Chicago employees, I believe that all of you can qualify for mortgage or closing assistance through a variety of programs.
I love how people are practically giving you money to buy a home.
I know part of what you’re thinking, “Gee the price is great and I love the place---if I could only plop it down in Lakeview of Lincoln Park.”
Well I hate to rain on your parade, Blanche but you can’t.
Quite frankly none of us can.
The irony is that Lakeview, Wrigleyville, Old Town and many parts of Lincoln Park were unqualified shit holes until people saw those diamonds in the rough and took responsibility for the neighborhood.
That also meant telling the Jenkins Boys to move along.
You don’t think the neighborhoods that you see in their current form just happened that way do you?
Come be my neighbor. Come be a part of the solution. Buy me neighbor’s unit and let’s greet each other on our front porches.
In five years you’re going to enthusiastically thank me.
I might even throw in a Moo & Oink T-Shirt as a welcome to the neighborhood gift.
It was a little touch and go at times, scary at others but I believe that we’ve been through the tough times. We're emerging from the fray a little bruised but none the worse for wear.
Assessment collection is up, delinquencies are virtually non existent and slowly but surely the foreclosures are being sold off one by one.
If the rumor is to be believed, a firefighter (**yowsa!**) has allegedly sewed up the third foreclosed upon unit.
But I’m coming to you good folks for a slightly different reason.
I put the pitch out last year for people to become my neighbors but I’m not quite sure if the invitation was investigated and/or accepted.
That’s why I’m giving you kind souls yet another chance to rest your head in Woodlawn.
As luck would have it, my neighbor is selling her place
Like mine, it’s a two bedroom, one bath with a living room, formal dining room and all of the modern conveniences like in unit washer & dryer, dishwasher, HVAC and security system.
Let’s face it friends, it’s a steal at $179K.
If you like vintage buildings (like I do) and want to realize the American dream, we’d love to have you come down and hang with us.
If you’re a faithful reader of this blog, you already know the questions to ask.
Moreover, I’m not going to insult your intelligence and white wash our past problems. The key to that phrase is these were our past problems---we’ve all come such a long was from January of 2005.
The roof has been patched, the façade has been repaired and we’ve got us some brand new back porches.
Plus that little special assessment thing would have to be paid off by the seller prior to closing.
A special psst to you first time home buyers within the city limits, Chicago Public School Teachers, Fire Fighters, Police Officers & University of Chicago employees, I believe that all of you can qualify for mortgage or closing assistance through a variety of programs.
I love how people are practically giving you money to buy a home.
I know part of what you’re thinking, “Gee the price is great and I love the place---if I could only plop it down in Lakeview of Lincoln Park.”
Well I hate to rain on your parade, Blanche but you can’t.
Quite frankly none of us can.
The irony is that Lakeview, Wrigleyville, Old Town and many parts of Lincoln Park were unqualified shit holes until people saw those diamonds in the rough and took responsibility for the neighborhood.
That also meant telling the Jenkins Boys to move along.
You don’t think the neighborhoods that you see in their current form just happened that way do you?
Come be my neighbor. Come be a part of the solution. Buy me neighbor’s unit and let’s greet each other on our front porches.
In five years you’re going to enthusiastically thank me.
I might even throw in a Moo & Oink T-Shirt as a welcome to the neighborhood gift.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
The Good News, The Bad News & The Good News
The Good News: The second of our four foreclosed upon units sold at auction yesterday.
The Bad News: It sold for $130,000. Significantly below appraised value.
The Good News: Since appraisers usually use MLS listings for their comps, the sale
should not affect our property value.
The sale is still pending final approval from the seller and then won’t close for another 30 days. I can only pray that our new neighbor is someone who actually wants to be our neighbor, live in our association and is a decent responsible person.
Please no more investors or flippers.
(**fingers crossed**)
The Bad News: It sold for $130,000. Significantly below appraised value.
The Good News: Since appraisers usually use MLS listings for their comps, the sale
should not affect our property value.
The sale is still pending final approval from the seller and then won’t close for another 30 days. I can only pray that our new neighbor is someone who actually wants to be our neighbor, live in our association and is a decent responsible person.
Please no more investors or flippers.
(**fingers crossed**)
Monday, June 19, 2006
Finally
Believe it or not the 2004 refuse rebate check is here.
Christ almighty.
Now it doesn’t bother me one bit that it takes the city so long to process these requests. If memory serves me correctly, I submitted both the 2003 & 2004 requests in January 2005.
The city’s pace should never be a factor. If you’re trying to do something with them you should always know that it will take some time to process.
The issue, my friends is the mail.
Apparently the check was mailed on May 12th. It just got returned back to the department who sent it on Friday, June 16th.
It took over a month to recover this bad boy.
And do you want to know what the kicker is?
On the front of the envelope is a big yellow label stating that delivery was attempted but the address was not known. No forwarding address was on file---return to sender.
Curious, eh?
It doesn’t stand to reason why I’m getting some of my mail but other things simply don’t make it to the mailbox.
At least this badly needed check is in hand.
You know I’ve already sent a complaint to the post office for my zip code. Would you expect anything less?
Christ almighty.
Now it doesn’t bother me one bit that it takes the city so long to process these requests. If memory serves me correctly, I submitted both the 2003 & 2004 requests in January 2005.
The city’s pace should never be a factor. If you’re trying to do something with them you should always know that it will take some time to process.
The issue, my friends is the mail.
Apparently the check was mailed on May 12th. It just got returned back to the department who sent it on Friday, June 16th.
It took over a month to recover this bad boy.
And do you want to know what the kicker is?
On the front of the envelope is a big yellow label stating that delivery was attempted but the address was not known. No forwarding address was on file---return to sender.
Curious, eh?
It doesn’t stand to reason why I’m getting some of my mail but other things simply don’t make it to the mailbox.
At least this badly needed check is in hand.
You know I’ve already sent a complaint to the post office for my zip code. Would you expect anything less?
Thursday, June 15, 2006
An Appropriate Quote
I found this quote from Hugh Jackman in the June edition of "O" magazine:
"Not everything I do will be successful. But I can live with a failure if it is born of conviction."
Kind of appropriate (and timely) considering this Maurice Cousin bankruptcy business.
"Not everything I do will be successful. But I can live with a failure if it is born of conviction."
Kind of appropriate (and timely) considering this Maurice Cousin bankruptcy business.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Justice Denied
Mr. Robert B. Katz, Esq has completely screwed us.
I’m sure he’s a nice man and I’m sure he’s great at his job(s) but to blow our judgment against a deadbeat like Maurice Cousin out of the water is almost too much to bear.
You see Mr. Katz in a bankruptcy trustee in the northern district of Illinois.
He was the person solely responsible for deciding a “no asset” finding in Mr. Cousin’s Chapter 7 bankruptcy case.
What that unfortunately means for us is that Mr. Cousin will be allowed to dismiss the judgment we have against him for back assessments and the special assessment.
All of that work, plus all of those legal fees are down the drain and there is not one fucking thing we can do about it.
Then of course no one ever promised us a rose garden.
It doesn’t matter that we need the almost $7,000 judgment.
It doesn’t matter that Mr. Cousin effectively rented his unit to individuals of questionable character while in the midst of his foreclosure.
Don’t even get me going down that path on a rant…
It doesn’t matter that Mr. Cousin has a job and we were thisclose to throwing a garnishment on his wages.
None of this apparently didn’t (or can’t) factor into the Mr. Katz’s decision.
I’m sure our attorney advocated our cause to the best of his ability during the creditor’s meeting.
We may be getting the business end of a donkey kick but Mr. Cousin’s financial woes aren’t over yet.
Another lawsuit was filed against him on March 30th by a law firm.
Apparently they seemed to be a little miffed that Mr. Cousin hasn’t paid them the $31,308.25 that he owes.
Also to the best of my knowledge, he has not amended his bankruptcy filing to include that debt.
I hope the nice law firm people serve his balls to him on a plate. Go get ‘em tigers.
That wild cheering you hear from afar will be me urging you on.
By the way, if I ever find out and can prove that Mr. Cousin was lying to the bankruptcy court in that meeting, the association will have a fraud complaint slapped on him so fast it will make his head spin.
Oh yeah, Maurice---if you’re reading this little post---I have a special message for you.
Paraphrasing from the indomitable Ms. Celie of the novel, The Color Purple:
“Till you do right by us, everything you think about gonna fail.”
Take that karma to the bank you triflin’ bastard.
I’m sure he’s a nice man and I’m sure he’s great at his job(s) but to blow our judgment against a deadbeat like Maurice Cousin out of the water is almost too much to bear.
You see Mr. Katz in a bankruptcy trustee in the northern district of Illinois.
He was the person solely responsible for deciding a “no asset” finding in Mr. Cousin’s Chapter 7 bankruptcy case.
What that unfortunately means for us is that Mr. Cousin will be allowed to dismiss the judgment we have against him for back assessments and the special assessment.
All of that work, plus all of those legal fees are down the drain and there is not one fucking thing we can do about it.
Then of course no one ever promised us a rose garden.
It doesn’t matter that we need the almost $7,000 judgment.
It doesn’t matter that Mr. Cousin effectively rented his unit to individuals of questionable character while in the midst of his foreclosure.
Don’t even get me going down that path on a rant…
It doesn’t matter that Mr. Cousin has a job and we were thisclose to throwing a garnishment on his wages.
None of this apparently didn’t (or can’t) factor into the Mr. Katz’s decision.
I’m sure our attorney advocated our cause to the best of his ability during the creditor’s meeting.
We may be getting the business end of a donkey kick but Mr. Cousin’s financial woes aren’t over yet.
Another lawsuit was filed against him on March 30th by a law firm.
Apparently they seemed to be a little miffed that Mr. Cousin hasn’t paid them the $31,308.25 that he owes.
Also to the best of my knowledge, he has not amended his bankruptcy filing to include that debt.
I hope the nice law firm people serve his balls to him on a plate. Go get ‘em tigers.
That wild cheering you hear from afar will be me urging you on.
By the way, if I ever find out and can prove that Mr. Cousin was lying to the bankruptcy court in that meeting, the association will have a fraud complaint slapped on him so fast it will make his head spin.
Oh yeah, Maurice---if you’re reading this little post---I have a special message for you.
Paraphrasing from the indomitable Ms. Celie of the novel, The Color Purple:
“Till you do right by us, everything you think about gonna fail.”
Take that karma to the bank you triflin’ bastard.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Back Door Gardening
My never ending quest to kick Chicagoland gardening ass has started anew.
I put my container garden down on my front balcony and back porch about three weeks ago. While some may consider the weather coolish, I personally think its great for growing plants.
I planted a combinations of red geraniums, purple petunias, licorice plants, ivy and alum root in suspended bamboo flower boxes on the back porch. It looks pretty awesome if I do say so myself.
The oft referenced new back porches overlook two vast vacant lots immediately south.
Sometimes the lots are strewn with debris and dog droppings. Other times they serve as a parking lot for the big rigs and a place for the homeless to setup camp.
Whenever I feel someone watching me and I check all of the usual places (across the way in the other buildings, etc.) nine times out of ten if I look really closely I’ll spy a new temporary neighbor who has setup camp in the nest of ghetto trees in the vacant lot.
Ghetto trees are basically a type of weed that if left untended literally grows into a tree. They’re everywhere in urban areas. I think they look like ass.
The leaves provide protection from the sun and unless you really look you can’t tell that there would be anyone in there.
Perhaps I should ask him (or her) how the flowers look from their vantage point.
This year I was lucky enough to spy the most full, red and vibrant geraniums at my flower guy’s stand at the Federal Plaza farmer’s market.
Now I’m no expert but they stood out head and shoulders above any ones I’ve ever purchased at Home Depot. In fact, the ones at Home Depot would never truly take off and grow like the ones at the Grand Hotel do.
I’ve learned the secret---it’s all in the grower.
I’m so supremely happy with how the back porch looks that I’m making plans to replicate it on the landing next year.
Who in God’s name wants to look at urban renewal 24/7?
I put my container garden down on my front balcony and back porch about three weeks ago. While some may consider the weather coolish, I personally think its great for growing plants.
I planted a combinations of red geraniums, purple petunias, licorice plants, ivy and alum root in suspended bamboo flower boxes on the back porch. It looks pretty awesome if I do say so myself.
The oft referenced new back porches overlook two vast vacant lots immediately south.
Sometimes the lots are strewn with debris and dog droppings. Other times they serve as a parking lot for the big rigs and a place for the homeless to setup camp.
Whenever I feel someone watching me and I check all of the usual places (across the way in the other buildings, etc.) nine times out of ten if I look really closely I’ll spy a new temporary neighbor who has setup camp in the nest of ghetto trees in the vacant lot.
Ghetto trees are basically a type of weed that if left untended literally grows into a tree. They’re everywhere in urban areas. I think they look like ass.
The leaves provide protection from the sun and unless you really look you can’t tell that there would be anyone in there.
Perhaps I should ask him (or her) how the flowers look from their vantage point.
This year I was lucky enough to spy the most full, red and vibrant geraniums at my flower guy’s stand at the Federal Plaza farmer’s market.
Now I’m no expert but they stood out head and shoulders above any ones I’ve ever purchased at Home Depot. In fact, the ones at Home Depot would never truly take off and grow like the ones at the Grand Hotel do.
I’ve learned the secret---it’s all in the grower.
I’m so supremely happy with how the back porch looks that I’m making plans to replicate it on the landing next year.
Who in God’s name wants to look at urban renewal 24/7?
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Spot On
I’ll be damned if I didn’t see several cricket games going in Washington Park a few Sundays ago.
Talk about jaw on the floor.
Snappily dressed people of color---at first glance I thought everybody was black---in crisp white uniforms will grab your attention. I later discovered that the urban cricket players were mostly expatriates from Her Majesty’s Commonwealth; mainly Indians, Pakistanis, West Indians and Africans.
I couldn’t even begin to make this one up.
Cricket on the south side of Chicago? Next thing you know the Jenkins’ Boys will be mixing up Gin and Tonics between games.
As if that weren’t enough, I found that the croquet and lawn bowling peeps have their own little set---complete with a clubhouse mind you---in the shadow of the Museum of Science and Industry.
Between the bird watchers in the Osaka gardens and the Anglo sports enthusiasts, the hood is looking less and less ghetto fabulous the longer I live here.
Perhaps that's it---Woodlawn is uping the ante for ghetto fabulousness.
Jesus, I feel like I’m in the blacksploitation version of a Merchant-Ivory film.
Talk about jaw on the floor.
Snappily dressed people of color---at first glance I thought everybody was black---in crisp white uniforms will grab your attention. I later discovered that the urban cricket players were mostly expatriates from Her Majesty’s Commonwealth; mainly Indians, Pakistanis, West Indians and Africans.
I couldn’t even begin to make this one up.
Cricket on the south side of Chicago? Next thing you know the Jenkins’ Boys will be mixing up Gin and Tonics between games.
As if that weren’t enough, I found that the croquet and lawn bowling peeps have their own little set---complete with a clubhouse mind you---in the shadow of the Museum of Science and Industry.
Between the bird watchers in the Osaka gardens and the Anglo sports enthusiasts, the hood is looking less and less ghetto fabulous the longer I live here.
Perhaps that's it---Woodlawn is uping the ante for ghetto fabulousness.
Jesus, I feel like I’m in the blacksploitation version of a Merchant-Ivory film.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Tea & Crumpets
You see my good and faithful readers, the laws and ordinances regulating real estate development in Chicago are pretty clear cut.
Per the real estate developer registry of the City of Chicago, a developer of residential projects must have the following:
Valid articles of incorporation from the Secretary of State’s office.
A valid certificate of good standing from the Secretary of State’s office.
A valid City of Chicago Business License.
Once all of that paper work is in order or perhaps in conjunction with applying for a City of Chicago business license; the applicant can register as a residential developer. Afterwards, a developer’s license number is issued by the city.
Upon receipt of the license number, the developer can now apply for his or her building permits. They must also have the license number displayed not only the permit application but also on contracts, estimates and advertisements associated with their residential development(s).
That’s the way the game is supposed to be played.
One step leads to the other which in turn leads to the next.
I simply mentioned the above process to the Lord High Executioner.
I also asked if an individual owed the city money for fines, lawsuits, traffic tickets and the like if they would be issued a license before it was paid in full.
I also questioned how could a building permit for a residential building be issued to a developer who hadn’t cleared the registry process for the city?
The frightening thing is how many mid sized or smaller developers have already been issued permits by DCAP despite the fact a developer’s license number was not a part of their application?
Is it possible that DCAP is not checking the applications or are ignorant of the statutes?
These requirements were enacted by the city over a year ago.
As I laid all of this out for the Lord High Executioner---who will now simply be referred to by the initials LHE---he looked at me in amazement.
“You’ve put a lot of time into this.”
Indeed.
Per the real estate developer registry of the City of Chicago, a developer of residential projects must have the following:
Valid articles of incorporation from the Secretary of State’s office.
A valid certificate of good standing from the Secretary of State’s office.
A valid City of Chicago Business License.
Once all of that paper work is in order or perhaps in conjunction with applying for a City of Chicago business license; the applicant can register as a residential developer. Afterwards, a developer’s license number is issued by the city.
Upon receipt of the license number, the developer can now apply for his or her building permits. They must also have the license number displayed not only the permit application but also on contracts, estimates and advertisements associated with their residential development(s).
That’s the way the game is supposed to be played.
One step leads to the other which in turn leads to the next.
I simply mentioned the above process to the Lord High Executioner.
I also asked if an individual owed the city money for fines, lawsuits, traffic tickets and the like if they would be issued a license before it was paid in full.
I also questioned how could a building permit for a residential building be issued to a developer who hadn’t cleared the registry process for the city?
The frightening thing is how many mid sized or smaller developers have already been issued permits by DCAP despite the fact a developer’s license number was not a part of their application?
Is it possible that DCAP is not checking the applications or are ignorant of the statutes?
These requirements were enacted by the city over a year ago.
As I laid all of this out for the Lord High Executioner---who will now simply be referred to by the initials LHE---he looked at me in amazement.
“You’ve put a lot of time into this.”
Indeed.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Introducing The Lord High Executioner
Baby steps of progress are being made, faithful readers.
The Lord High Executioner, two others from his office---Buford Pusser, Lady Deathstrike and I sat down and had a little chat during lunch time today.
The knowledge sharing was fast and furious.
Truthfully things went about as I expected.
To make a long story short, everyone present was appalled by the quality of the ridiculously shoddy work done---or should I say not done----our on building.
Yet again, I’ve been told that we have more than enough to go after my bootleg developer in a civil proceeding.
I reminded the good folks---and hopefully they excused my French---“Money talks, bullshit walks” when it comes to civil suits. No one who has the resources, contacts or time would touch us without knowing that there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Good legal eagles cost quite a bit. We’re barely keeping up with the maintenance to our home. How can we come out of pocket for the high quality representation that we need?
I let the assembled company know that our safety and the condition of the building came first.
No funds = no lawyer.
Such is life but I wouldn’t be surprised if a good legal resource surfaced in the near future. Just a hunch---call me optimistic.
To the Lord High Executioner’s extensive knowledge, there was nothing he could do to erase the unfair judgment that is now our responsibility due to our developer’s shitty property management.
Once the gavel falls on a case of that nature it’s extremely difficult to get it undone. I think it’s time to attempt to contact someone in the Revenue Department.
That dog may not want to hunt but I’m gonna kick it’s lazy, tick infested ass until it does.
That was a metaphor folks for I don’t believe that we as an association can be held liable for our developer’s mismanagement.
Once I take this as far as I can take it and if I’m still receiving the same answer, there’s always the court of public opinion, right?
Isn’t that what newspaper reporters are for?
The Lord High Executioner also commented about our developer’s application for construction permits from DCAP.
From what I understood, little could be done to prevent him from getting the necessary paperwork to complete his new development(s).
As he was stating his concerns, I felt like watching a batter wait for the right pitch before knocking it out of the park.
As the responses piled into my head, I thought this may not deny him his permits, but at least he’ll have to go through the city’s nightmare of a bureaucracy.
This might be easier than I thought.
The Lord High Executioner, two others from his office---Buford Pusser, Lady Deathstrike and I sat down and had a little chat during lunch time today.
The knowledge sharing was fast and furious.
Truthfully things went about as I expected.
To make a long story short, everyone present was appalled by the quality of the ridiculously shoddy work done---or should I say not done----our on building.
Yet again, I’ve been told that we have more than enough to go after my bootleg developer in a civil proceeding.
I reminded the good folks---and hopefully they excused my French---“Money talks, bullshit walks” when it comes to civil suits. No one who has the resources, contacts or time would touch us without knowing that there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Good legal eagles cost quite a bit. We’re barely keeping up with the maintenance to our home. How can we come out of pocket for the high quality representation that we need?
I let the assembled company know that our safety and the condition of the building came first.
No funds = no lawyer.
Such is life but I wouldn’t be surprised if a good legal resource surfaced in the near future. Just a hunch---call me optimistic.
To the Lord High Executioner’s extensive knowledge, there was nothing he could do to erase the unfair judgment that is now our responsibility due to our developer’s shitty property management.
Once the gavel falls on a case of that nature it’s extremely difficult to get it undone. I think it’s time to attempt to contact someone in the Revenue Department.
That dog may not want to hunt but I’m gonna kick it’s lazy, tick infested ass until it does.
That was a metaphor folks for I don’t believe that we as an association can be held liable for our developer’s mismanagement.
Once I take this as far as I can take it and if I’m still receiving the same answer, there’s always the court of public opinion, right?
Isn’t that what newspaper reporters are for?
The Lord High Executioner also commented about our developer’s application for construction permits from DCAP.
From what I understood, little could be done to prevent him from getting the necessary paperwork to complete his new development(s).
As he was stating his concerns, I felt like watching a batter wait for the right pitch before knocking it out of the park.
As the responses piled into my head, I thought this may not deny him his permits, but at least he’ll have to go through the city’s nightmare of a bureaucracy.
This might be easier than I thought.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Let There Be Light
The lights are finaly going up on the back porches.
Ladies and gentlemen, I can finally see the end of the tunnel.
Since an open roof option was chosen, the lighting system that we previously had wouldn't work. When it rained, the fixtures would fill up with water and the last time I checked water and electricity didn't mix.
We found the electrician via The Porch People and had him come out and do an estimate a few months ago. One of the last things I remember presenting to the rest of the board was his estimate but it took around three months to pull the trigger.
Truthfully there may have been scheduling problems as this is the high season for construction and home improvement work. Getting a construction permit in the city of the Chicago ain't exactly a speedy thing as well.
Then of course, that's not really my direct concern anymore is it?
I'm just happy the work is being completed and we can finally put a fork in this project.
Now if only paying for it was that easy.
Ladies and gentlemen, I can finally see the end of the tunnel.
Since an open roof option was chosen, the lighting system that we previously had wouldn't work. When it rained, the fixtures would fill up with water and the last time I checked water and electricity didn't mix.
We found the electrician via The Porch People and had him come out and do an estimate a few months ago. One of the last things I remember presenting to the rest of the board was his estimate but it took around three months to pull the trigger.
Truthfully there may have been scheduling problems as this is the high season for construction and home improvement work. Getting a construction permit in the city of the Chicago ain't exactly a speedy thing as well.
Then of course, that's not really my direct concern anymore is it?
I'm just happy the work is being completed and we can finally put a fork in this project.
Now if only paying for it was that easy.
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