Culture on the Cheap
Miss Heather: 1, Landlord: 1
I returned from running errands this morning to find a fire truck— an honest to god FIRE TRUCK— gaggle of New York’s Bravest and handful of chromosomally-disadvantaged onlookers in front of the building next door.
When the Fire Marshal cometh, I guess he likes to make an entrance. If that was his intention, it worked. Ever since the Greenpoint Terminal Market caught on fire, the local yokels around here get very interested when a fire truck shows up on their block.
I have no idea what transpired, but the landlord next door has gone back to work completing his new ghetto-ass roof with two notable changes:
- The openings made around several of my windows and those of belonging to my neighbor have been enlarged.
- His DOB permit is in plain view.
I guess it is a “draw”. But there is one question I can’t get out of my mind: if this man had to file plans with the Department of Buildings in order to get permission to make these ‘renovations’, why weren’t the fire code violations (which would presumably be manifest in his ‘plan’) caught earlier?