From Driggs Avenue.
Miss Heather
This morning started on anything but an auspicious note here at Chez Shitty. You see, on top of (still) having no heat the Mister and I have been doled out the further indignity of having no hot water. Being the kind of people who engage in regular hygiene (READ: take showers) this did not go unnoticed. As a result yours truly was awakened by stream of profanity authored by the Mister which was— by even my jaded standards— rather impressive. He ended up heating water on the stove in order to bathe himself. It was like something out of the Great Depression. But I digress.
I reluctantly got out of bed, checked my inbox and found the following missive from my buddy Evan. He writes:
You get quoted on page A32 of today’s NYT.
As you can imagine I found this of tremendous interest— especially since I have not in recent memory been contacted by a reporter from said newspaper. I asked for more information. I got it:
As you can see I am or more accurately— my web site-is— in fact quoted in the New York Times. What seems to be missing is a link to the blog post in question. The deal is (and at the expense of flogging a dead horse) this: if the Times can see fit to print a quote from yours truly the least this august institution can do is acknowledge the post from which it originated. I am not accepting “we can’t link to that profane url” for an answer, either. I have erected a mirror site with a less objectionable url for just this reason. Lastly, if St. Stanislaus Kostka— a church— can throw me a link, I see no reason the Times cannot follow suit.
Miss Heather
UPDATE, 12:10 p.m.: I would like to take a moment to thank a very nice Greenpointer for offering access to his/her shower. He/she writes:
Hi, Heather…I have an extra bathroom and I’m generally gone by 7:45. You and your husband are more than welcome to shower at my place on Eagle St if you wish. Yeah, I know it’s weird, but I like to think I live in a community and neighbors are supposed to help each other. So, there ya go. If you need a last resort, I’ll help out.
Not only is this offer greatly appreciated, I am seriously mulling it over!
Chris “Smitty” Smith promised and has delivered: genuine Greenpoint mugs including one which pays homage to one of our neighborhood’s most prominent features: siding!
The G Spot
199 Green Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
UPDATE, November 5, 2010: I have gotten word from Chris these mugs are $10.00 a pop…
and there are also clutch purses and journals for sale at $40.00 and $15.00 respectively. Who says siding can’t be stylish!
Miss Heather
This item comes from a tipster who would like to remain anonymous. He/she writes:
via NEIGHBORHOOD SOURCES
August 20, 2010
“The church has been an eyesore for many years, and it looks like they finally raised enough money to spruce it up a little.” says Greenpoint resident, Marek Borkowski.
Local sources are claiming that the St. Stanislaus Kostka cathedral in Greenpoint will undergo significant renovations to its exterior beginning in early November, 2010. The renovations are meant to bring the current facade more in line with neighborhood aesthetic standards, as well as serve to hopefully attract a younger crop of parishioners.
The St. Stanislaus Kostka cathedral, erected in 1896, is also rumored to be rebranded as “The Stan.”
What can we expect, you ask? Well, if the renderings my intrepid tipster has gotten his (her?) hands on are any indication, we are in for something very special. Without further ado, here they are!
Miss Heather
After C raised the alarm about the work going on at 155 Calyer I simply had to behold it for myself. So this afternoon I swung by to get a look-see.
By all appearances they are gutting the interiors of both storefronts in order to rewire them. Do they have permits to do this? No, they don’t.
So far they have not touched the exterior. This is encouraging because:
Miss Heather
As I mentioned previously, the weather was such that I had to find alternative means of entertaining myself and/or news gathering. First on my agenda (after working) was visiting Emi at Dog Habitat. I quickly rushed home, took a shower and ran off to my next engagement: Community Board 1′s Human Services (Shelter, Social Services, Aging, Disability Concerns, Health) Committee meeting.
This might not seem like the typical person’s idea of how to spend a Thursday night. Given the dismal turn-out— only two committee members were present— I’d say this is a fair assessment. But then again, I am not typical. I’m a weirdo (hence why I live in Greenpoint: I feel at home). What’s more, my mission had a purpose: the new owner of the Greenpoint Hotel was slated to speak. And speak he did. I was all ears (and some mouth).
Follows a general outline of the proceedings (NOTE: some of the following content is redundant to what I have posted already. By omitting it the natural “flow” of the discussion would be lost— so I kept it) :
INTRODUCTION
First Mr. Deutchman introduced himself, made mention that he owns and operates a number of SROs in the city and gave a background as to how he acquired the property:
INITIAL FINDINGS/CHANGES
Inasmuch as some of you might find what I am about to write hard to believe, it is the truth: this is a big improvement. But back to the subject.
OTHER CHANGES/DEVELOPMENTS
TENANTS (Current)
As you can imagine, questions and concerns arose as to how current tenants are being handled. Here’s his answer:
And, I suspect, Mr. Deutchman’s predecessors did other things to circumvent the law. Some of the old(ish) timers reading this might remember Sammy. He was a local celebrity of sorts. If my memory serves me correctly he was once featured in the Village Voice— or was it the NYPress? I forget which. In any case, the article in question made light of Sammy’s Solomon-like wisdom when dealing with a dispute over an objet d’art (READ: cheap piece of ceramic crap) at the Salvation Army (where he worked). Two women argued vociferously over who had found the item in question first. After hearing their arguments Sammy rendered his verdict: he dropped said object onto the floor, thus rendering it into numerous pieces the two women could split amongst themselves. Problem solved.
Despite what the previous anecdote might suggest Sammy had a big heart. We were friends and it broke my heart when I heard he died (of a heart attack— he was only 51 years old). Sammy was a resident of the Greenpoint Hotel. One of the things he mentioned (mind you, this was back in 2001 or 2002) was their modus operandi of having the tenants stay there for three weeks (21 days), then stay somewhere else for one, only to return for another three weeks (repeat cycle). As crazy as Sammy’s story sounded at the time given what Mr. Deutchman said it makes sense. Sammy hated living there— as have others I know. Some food for thought— now back to my “minutes”.
TENANTS (Future)
The question was raised by the chair as to why Mr. Deutchman didn’t want to operate a proper hotel. I for one found this query amusing given the number of nondos which have been employed for such a purpose. Albeit, illegally. Mr. Deutchman made it known:
THE FUTURE OF 1109-1113 MANHATTAN AVENUE
The committee chair asked the $64,000 question: given you have purchased such a large parcel of property, why not develop it?
Mr. Deutchman replied that at some point he would like to build “market-rate” housing on the site. “16 units” (which I would deduce to be 16 floors, I haven’t done the “math” but a footprint that big could plausibly be employed). In any case the chair, did and offered (as a fellow landlord) advise he go higher. Yup.
New York Shitty analysis:
My feelings are mixed. On the one hand, I hate towers. On the other, I do have to acknowledge that Mr. Deutchman has made numerous improvements to the place formerly known as the Greenpoint Hotel. Inside and out. The lobby is painted in cheerful (a term I never thought I would attribute to this establishment) hues of bright green and orange. It needs to be seen in person to truly be believed. The regular visitations by the police and fire department have abated— or at least subsided substantially.* Which brings me back to one thing Mr. Deutchman mentioned repeatedly: a desire for the NYPD canvass the area and the building proper.
On that note, the next and last 94th Precinct Community Council Meeting for the year will be this upcoming Monday, November 16. Given the wife of a good friend of mine was almost mugged on Roebling and North 8 Street earlier this week (at 7:00 p.m.) I am certain it will be interesting.**
Miss Heather
P.S.: This post is dedicated to the Human Services Committee Member who asked how my raccoon problem was going. I assured him it has stopped. THANK GOD. I’m genuinely sorry your friend in Little Neck got bit and had to go through a series of rabies shots. All nine of them. That sucks. Big time.
*If you care to dispute this please tender your observations via comments or email them via my “tips” page.
**Here’s his account:
Last night was parent teacher night at my two son’s school. Since my wife is a teacher she like to go to meet his teachers since I pick up my kids and drop them off everyday. As she was heading out she told me that her girlfriend who I believed she would be walking with had an earlier appointment and she would be going alone.
I got a bad felling and I actually asked her to take the car the seven blocks we normally walk. I did not want her walking under the BQE alone, even though it was only a little before seven pm. She said no and reminded me how hard it is to park by the school. She assured me she would be careful. The phone rang a little after eight and I answered the phone. It was my wife. She was screaming for me to run down the block because two men had just attempted to rob her. I ran out of my house to see my wife coming up our block crying and screaming. I got her inside and she explained that she had decided to walk up North 8th street instead of north 7th because it was closer to the church and better lit. As she walked up North 8th toward Roebling she was on her old, not fancy cell phone talking to her mother. Two men walked by her. Something told her to look back a few seconds later and she saw the two men closing in on her. They told her to give them everything she had. She started to scream at the top of her lungs. Police, I am being robbed, Police over and over. The two men ran away and my wife then called me and ran the block and a half to our home. We immediately called 911 and then the 94th to report what happened. A car came about a half hour later. The officers took a description of the two but did not fill out any paperwork and left. Although my wife was lucky no physical harm occurred and nothing was taken, I fear that this violation of trust that she now fears walking in our community at night is going to be difficult to overcome. I also am angry that these men are lurking in our community and probably found someone else to rob and will do it again. I also thought about my wife’s mother who is in her seventies and had to hear her daughter screaming over a cell phone not being able to help her. I have been complaining for the last two years that things are not so swell in Williamsburg. I should have went with my gut last night. I will have to live with that decision but I am happy my wife is physically safe. Be careful out there.
Today I had a moment.
I announced to Mr. Heather when he arrived home from work yesterday.
To wit he replied:
Good or bad?
Good… I think. Although it could be proof I have lived in Greenpoint WAY too long— or my aluminum siding fixation has turned me into an idiot savant of siding.
I replied. Curiosity piqued, the Mister wanted to know more. And I told him.
Well today I found a photo album at the junk shop. Naturally I went through it. (You would not believe the “Kodak moments” I have found at the junk shop dating from the pre-digital age whose subject matter is of such an intimate nature I honestly can’t imagine entrusting it to your local 24 hour photo to develop. But clearly quite a few people did just this. Over the last several years I have amassed quite a collection. Probably enough to start a blog whose sole purpose is to showcase them. Seriously. But back to the subject of this post: my moment. — Ed. Note.)Â I quickly deduced the contents were taken in New York City.
This one hit pretty close to home: Queensboro Plaza circa 1982. I dug around some more and found this.
I showed the above image to Mister Heather:
I knew where this was instantly. It’s in Greenpoint. I identified it by the siding.
Huron Street, Greenpoint, circa 1982 meet Greenpoint 2009.
Very little has changed.
There are sunflowers. Which I adore.
And Bloomblight, which I deplore. This photograph was taken at West Street around India Street. Very little of what you see in the above photograph remains nowadays— including the people. It’s a bunch of derelict development sites.
But we have a mural!
It’s particularly fetching when the DOS truck sweeps it up.
The beach (soccer? volley?) ball caught in concertina wire makes this locale ever more inviting. That’s probably why no one— save the beneficiaries of this project- wants to hang out there. It’s good P.R. for politicos, bad policy for citizens.
The above photograph, taken in the 1980,’s is prima facie evidence that Greenpointers had waterfront access— as humble as it was— before the 2005 re-zone. Now we have barbed wire fences. And self-elected intermediaries.
Miss Heather
*This is dedicated to Kevin Walsh of Forgotten New York. Whose “slices”, writings, rants, and person have enriched my life— and inspired me to start this “blog”. This lovable curmudgeon happens to have a birthday this month. Why not send him your regards?
P.S.: The India Street park is being built atop the existing asphalt so as to avoid DEP soil tests. I wonder if Dean Palin, when he razes this mural to build his 40 story testament to folly will test this site for pcbs, etc.?