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FOUND AT MCCARREN PARK: Dog
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
I stumbled upon this flier on Lorimer Street as I was walking home this evening. As the flier indicates, this lovely lass was found at McCarren Park yesterday, November 9, at 8:00 p.m. If this is your dog, please contact her good Samaritan, Elizabeth, at the above-listed phone number as soon as possible. If she does not hear from the rightful owner before November 19th she will assume this girl was abandoned (and if she was— SHAME ON YOU, whoever you are).
Thanks!
Miss Heather
From the CB1 Yahoo Group: Landlord Harassment & Then Some
Filed under: 11222, Crazy People, Criminal Activity, Culture War, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Kensington
Ann-Marie writes:
Yesterday my mother and I were assaulted by our landlord in the building’s hallway. Three real estate agents working for the Corcoran Group were there. While I would not expect them to risk physical injury I would expect them to call the police or try to calm the people involved.
They did nothing. Just stood and watched what unfolded. One of the agents laughed at what was happening. Even after the police arrived the agents still lingered in the hallway watching “the show”. I find them despicable as human beings and wonder if the Corcoran Group with its steller marketing ads would want something like this publicized.
I had called 911. The police took down all necssary information. My mother and I have each filed a complaint and will seek an order of protection through criminal court.
As the landlord was leaving he verbally tripled our rent and said he is going to get us out – by which he will probably file for eviction. We have contacted various agencies for help. Since we live in a “private” house and are not in a rent controlled or rent stabilized apartment not one agency seems to have our situation under their jurisdiction.
Unfortunately I am unemployed right now and lost what little savings I accumulated in the recent stock market crash. So while I would logically look for another apartment or to find a “rent to own” a townhouse (in another state – on my salary and my mother’s SSI we cannot afford New York) my hands are tied. I only ask everyone to pray for us.
I honestly do not know what to say about this other than if what Ann-Marie writes is true— and there is no reason I can think of to disbelieve her— this is appalling. And inexcusable.
Miss Heather
UPDATE, 7:00 p.m.: Laura Hofmann has brought this to my attention:
Ann-Marie served on the Brooklyn Community Board 1 Rezoning Task Force Open Space Committee for the duration of the rezoning process. It is in part, due to her work that everyone in the community will enjoy our community parks.
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Sprout
Ever had one of those moments when you find yourself thinking:
Wow, why didn’t I catch that?
Today when I checked in on my photo pool I had one. Great find, algul siento!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Pay Phone du Jour: Not So Benign Neglect
It’s been a while since I have hit you up with some abused public payphone goodness. This is because I haven’t found any that struck me as being compelling. Until I went to Grand Street, that is. There I discovered a specimen that is truly in a class of its own!
The receiver isn’t the only thing off the hook here.
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
Do you realize how long it would take for the base to rust through like this? This is truly impressive!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: How Not To Operate a Bicycle
Filed under: Area 51
This item comes courtesy of a reader named Jan. He writes (in an email entitled “It Had To Happen One Day”):
I was walking down Driggs headed into Northside Wburg this past Friday morning and walked into another comical edition of clowns on bikes.
Between the Union St. turn off by teh dog run and the intersection of Lorimer St. two bikers had what used to be termed “a cornfield meet”. Dude texting and listening to iPod on his bike going the wrong way down Driggs head-ons a young grrrrl going the right way down Driggs.
grrrl who is paying attention yells “WATCH OUT!!”
**LOUD BIKE BENDING CRASH NOISE**
grrrl “YOU JERK, WHY WERE YOU RIDING THE WRONG WAY??”
dude “uh, there’s no signs saying that” – continues to text
grrl “ARE YOU TEXTING NOW?? GAWD.”
dude “um sorry”
*GRRRL checks bike handlebar/wheel alignment*
grrl “YOU ASSHOLE”
**dude gets back on bike, adjusts iPod headphones, rides off a little more wobbly.“ASSHOLE!!”
**grrl is annoyed, but bike seems ok, she rides off.
We also need to tell people that Manhattan Ave is NOT a bike lane, so don’t f-in yell at old people crossing the street or pulling out of parking spaces. The bike lane is on Leonard St.
This brings me to something that really bothers me. No, it is not bicyclists. Rather, it is people who are too busy futzing with their various and sundry peripheral devices to watch where the hell they are going. Is it just me or does walking down Manhattan Avenue on any given Saturday or Sunday feel like a game of Pole Position?
Miss Heather
About the image gracing the beginning of this post: this rather nifty sculpture hails from Grand Street between Berry and Bedford Avenue.
Amusingly enough it has a sign on it admonishing people not to climb on it.
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