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I had been invited to have dinner at a friend’s home and play chess last night, but during yesterday’s “Homeless Summit” in Harvey Government Center in Key West, my friend called to say his wife was not feeling well and they needed to put it off. Voila, that opened up my being able to attend the “Unleashed Passion” cello and piano recital in the cabaret of Tennessee Williams Theater at Florida Keys Community College, featuring Zuill Bailey, cellist, and Nastash Paremski, piano.
I heard last night before the music began that Nastasha is Russian by birth, but came with her parents to America when she was seven years old. I had peculiar dreams last night about my third wife, whom I often called Katerina, and who often comes to me in my dreams as Russia or something Russian. On waking, I understood the dreams had directed me toward last night’s recital, particularly the unleashed passion part of it. Then, I thought of something Rick Boettger
said last night during the intermission at the recital: that he often writes about stuff in ways that make people really angry at him, and he said I do the same.
So, I am not trained in music, cannot read a note, am paid not to sing out of compassion for humanity. However, I somehow have a pretty good ear for music, and my feelings work pretty well still, and my eyes work pretty well still, and my intuition works pretty well still, and so I don’t suppose what I’m about to say will make everyone happy.
First, Natasha reminded me of a bleach-blond Playboy centerfold bunny. She wore a skin-tight, knee-length, one-piece, plenty of bosom-showing, green night-clubish dress. Even more bosom showing when she bowed to the audience, which she did often. She looked like a high-priced hooker, trolling, perhaps for Zuill, or perhaps she was just showing off.
Zuill’s dress was subdued. His hair was wild, in keeping with what I might envision a free spirit cellist might look like. He played with reckless abandon, passion unleashed full bore, it seemed to me; often with his eyes closed, not looking at the music sheet in front of him, turning his own sheets; while Natasha played intensely focused on the music sheet in front of her, as a male assistant turned the sheets whenever she gave him a smile and a nod.
Natasha played beautifully, and sometimes with passion; she attacked the piano in parts of the second piece, which I told an attractive lady sitting next to me, when she asked what I thought, was a series of romps in the hay from many different positions; one delicate part reminded me of the French idiom, comme un loup, stealthy, like a wolf, sneaking up to something.
But clearly, for me anyway, I did not say it, Natasha was a technician, playing with a technician who also was an artist. Natasha said as much between pieces, when she referred to improvisers, smiled, and nodded toward Zuill, and said she plays what’s on the paper.
What made it all the more poignant, for me anyway, was whenever Natasha spoke to the audience, adlibing, she was hilarious, spontaneous, entirely different from the Natasha playing the piano. Adlibing, Nastasha was a perfect compliment for Zuill, whose adlibing was as spontaneous, passionate and hilarious as his playing, for me anyway.
For me, Zuill stole the show. Dang, did he make love to that cello. Dang, did he make it sing. And, to think some the pieces they did were originally composed to have a cello back up a piano. I think I recall them saying the second piece they did, written by an English composer, was intentionally composed to make a cello the star – that was the romp in the hay from many different positions piece.
I had ridden my bicycle to the recital hoping to see this photo come to life,
but only during the adlibing did it come to life for Natasha. I hope she starts playing the piano like she adlibs, or maybe she knows how but doesn’t like to break the rules. But then, who invented the rule that musicians must stick strictly to the score? Yes, please tell me who invented that really silly rule? Surely it wasn’t the maker of the first stone – otherwise, there’s be no stones to break all the silly rules, now would there?
Maybe if Natasha plays the piano like she dressed and looked last night, maybe if she plays like she is having sex with reckless abandon, like Zuill plays, their recitals will awaken the dead and make nuns and old men feel the rapture.
Speaking of which, feeling the rapture, the night before at Shirley Freeman’s home, where there was a reception for Zuill and Natasha, wandering around drinking a glass of water and munching from a bunch of grapes, I was introduced to an attractive woman who reached to take my hand in greeting, saw both of my hands were occupied, and asked if she could hold my grapes, and I gave her the look, and said certainly, and she played with it, and we were having ourselves some fun, as were the people standing with us, and I put my arm around her and turned her, and we walked away from the others, and I said, “My place or yours?” And she blushed, and I asked if that was the sex rash, or just a blush? And she said it was fond memories, and I said that’s about all I had, fond memories.
Last night at the Tennessee Williams box office, I was given a ticket for table 9 in the Cabaret. I went to the table and put my ticket on it and my wind jacket in one of the chairs, and then I wandered around a bit. When I came back to the table, three women were sitting there in the other three chairs. I sat down, looked at the attractive woman sitting immediately to my left and said I think maybe I met someone who looked just like her the night before, who asked me something, which I will not repeat in this company, and she said yes, we had met the night before, and we would not repeat that in this company; and I wondered if she knew the odds of getting a seat right next to me, and would she say the odds were darn slim, or the odds were 100 percent? If you think like a mechanic, you’d say the odds are darn slim; but if you think like an artist, you’d say the odds are 100 percent.
I didn’t say any of that, though, nor did I ask her, if we bump into each other again, will three times be a charm? I figured it was on her to take it and run with it, or leave it lay.
When she asked if I was a symphony-goer, I said no, but an email had come from Shirley Freeman about the reception at her home, and then the recital in the cabaret, and I felt I should go to the reception, but I had another engagement for the night of the recital, which fell through, so here I was, sitting next to the same woman who had asked me the most amazing thing at the reception. When she asked about my comings and goings, I said my life is ongoing serendipities.
Pedaling my bicycle back down to Mid Town, I wondered if she was playing dumb, or was she dumb? For there was zero doubt her soul had conspired for every bit of what you just read above to happen; her soul is starving for passion unleashed. I like that sequence, passion unleashed, better than unleashed passion, but that’s just me.
Ces’t cera cera.
Moving sideways, if not backwards, to yesterday’s “Homeless Summit”,
after all the elected and hired city officials had waxed and waned for a couple of hours, citizen comments were allowed. Finally, the meeting came alive. But don’t take my word for it. County Commissioner David Rice
said during his closing remarks, after citizen comments, that he had learned more from the citizen speakers than he learned from the government speakers. The citizen speakers knew something about the topic; the government speakers only thought they knew something about it. But you’d never know about that, if you relied on the Key West Citizen.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Sheriff: Move KOTS to old Easter Seals lot
First step, where to build the facility, then who will pay for it
BY GWEN FILOSA Citizen Staff
Key West’s overnight homeless shelter on College Road has become a burden on the Sheriff’s Office, Sheriff Rick Ramsay told city and county leaders Wednesday at a summit-like meeting.
“I’m trying to run a multi-million dollar operation and business,” Ramsay said. “I have hundreds of employees. It’s difficult for our staff.”
When the city built the Keys Overnight Temporary Shelter (KOTS) on county property near the jail in 2004, it was only a “gentleman’s agreement” that the Sheriff’s staff would oversee it temporarily, Ramsay said.
Nine years later, Ramsay said his staff is carrying the burden of the shelter by providing security and daily cleanup.
Yet after the meeting of the city and county commission, called as a huddle to find a new location for the homeless shelter as a legal settlement is pending, the consensus was that the Sheriff wasn’t getting rid of homeless shelter duty anytime soon.
The meeting’s mood was polite and most of the leaders’ comments centered on providing basic shelter for the homeless.
A few noted homelessness as a humanitarian issue.
“To some extent we are our brother’s keeper and we have to do a better job than we’re doing now.” City Commissioner Clayton Lopez said.
As for new locations, only the old Easter Seals lot, a few blocks down College Road from where KOTS stands now, appeared viable, the commissioners were told.
But Ross Vickers, president of the Key West Golf Club homeowners association, said the 390 homeowners living nearby oppose the Easter Seals location.
“Many residents are afraid to use the walkway around the community due to the number of homeless who crowd the sidewalk,” Vickers said. “I find this repulsive that we can’t even walk around our own neighborhood because of what’s going on with the homeless facility.”
Vickers as much as said the golf course community will sue the city and the county, if they try to put a homeless shelter in the Easter Seals building next to the golf course. Only in Key West, I suppose, would city officials talk about putting a homeless shelter next to the city’s only golf course. Why not put it next to the Yacht Club? Or next to Mayor Cates’ home? Or next to St. Mary Star of the Sea Catholic Church? Or next to Truman Annex? Or next to Beach Side Mariott? Or next to new City Hall? There seems to be plenty of room on that property, and old buildings, too. Bottom line, there is no “suitable” place in Key West, to put a homeless shelter.
County Commissioner George Neugent, of Marathon, said the Keys will have to eventually create a new homeless shelter.
“This isn’t going away,” Neugent said. “We’re going to have to build something and then we’ll have to argue and haggle over who’s paying for what. Easter Seals seems to be climbing to the top. I don’t think Stock Island is the place.”
State Attorney Catherine Vogel said the city’s idea to move KOTS to the Department of Juvenile Justice building next to the Sheriff’s jail isn’t practical or allowed under the law.
In order to settle a lawsuit by Sunset Marina condo owners, the city agreed to relocate KOTS somewhere away from the upscale, gated community’s entrance.
“I love you all,” Ramsay said at one point during the nearly three hour meeting at the Harvey Government Center that drew more than 70 people. “It’s easy to make it somebody else’s problem. This is not the right place for this facility for the long-term. I’m in support of the Easter Seals location.”
Mayor Craig Cates opened the meeting citing a recent homeless survey compiled by local nonprofits that found the Florida Keys has a total of 680 homeless people.
That figure does not include about 150 homeless who were in jail when the count was done Jan. 28.
On Wednesday, Ramsay said his jails had 163 homeless.
“We can’t take care of the problem right now and that’s a fact,” Ramsay said. “Our property is trashed everyday by bottles of vodka and debris.”
City and county commissioners took turns speaking on the topic of where to put the overnight shelter.
Of the seven city commissioners and five county commissioners gathered, only City Commissioner Tony Yaniz said to keep the shelter out of the Key West city limits.
But his Rockland Key idea also was shot down by staff reports.
His Rockland Key idea was shot down by Key West Police Chief Donie Lee who said few, if any, homeless people would travel to Rockland Key to stay in a homeless shelter. Duh.
County Mayor Sylvia Murphy, of Key Largo, directed the panel to stick to the issue of location.
“I’m probably going to be in trouble for saying this, but I agree with Tony Yaniz,” Murphy said. “I know the military tents are quite nice these days. I prefer it be inside the city limits but if it’s outside, so be it.”
Murphy suggested the homeless shelter would work at the old missile site by the airport.
But City Planner Don Craig said that property is deed-restricted for use as “recreational” only, since it was handed over from the federal government to the city.
And, the property has toxic waste, Craig said.
KOTS, built to hold 140 people nightly, costs the city about $440,000 a year to run and is managed by the Southernmost Homeless Assistance League (SHAL).
Wednesday’s meeting drew social service agency leaders, nonprofit directors and a host of others who work daily in the trenches of caring for the Keys most vulnerable residents.
“It’s also a private sector issue,” said City Commissioner Teri Johnston. “We need help from the private sector, the business community. This impacts everybody and it is a humanitarian issue. But for the grace of God go we.”
For me, the most amusing part of the meeting, before citizen comments, was Sylvia Murphy
admonished city and county officials, during their first comments, to speak only to where a new homeless shelter would be located. Then, she asked Tony Yaniz to speak first, and it would go from him around the dais. Yanis went on for five or so minutes about his various opinions and theories, his usual posturing, before he ended by saying he did not want the new shelter to be in Key west. Most of the officials followed suit, including Murphy, talking about everything under the sun, before they got around to a location they preferred. Only Donie Lee and Rick Ramsay spoke directly to location. Ramsay said not on his property, he preferred Easter Seals. And Lee said, not far from Key West, homeless people would not use it. Duh.
joined by other Key West city officials, kept trying to make it out to be a county problem, and the county commissioners acknowledge homelessness is an issue throughout the county, but Key West has a different approach to its homeless issues than the rest of the county has.
Mayor Cates said he wanted to use funds set aside to the city for affordable housing, to pay for a new homeless shelter. That did not go over well with anyone, it didn’t seem.
Sylvia Murphy made it plain that she views this as Key West’s problem, and she pointed out that the interlocal agreement between the city and the county signed ten years ago specifically says that agreement is about the city’s homeless problem, and she’s not going to go along with that part of that agreement being deleted from the agreement, if it is agreed to again, where as the city was pushing to have that part of the agreement deleted.
One citizen, a retired corporate executive with what sounded like a heap of big credentials, said he will start a non-profit, raise his own money, and offer homeless people who want to turn their lives around a chance to do it, if the city will provide the land. But he’s going to run the show. Homeless people will have to pay $3 a day to stay there. They will have to live by his rules. He will not allow in drunks and other addicts. That eliminated about 90 percent of his potential clients. That ignores that Florida Keys Outreach Coalition and Samuel’s House already provide that same opportunity to homeless people. Where has this corporate executive with the super credentials been hiding himself from what’s going on in Key west?
Another citizen, a US veteran of foreign wars, now living in recovery shelter, said he disagreed with whomever (Sylvia Murphy) had said veterans don’t want help, they don’t want to live in homeless shelters or recovery shelters, and where did that person ever get that idea? Veterans are staying at KOTS.
After I spoke during citizen comments, a woman who said she is a recovering heroin addict, dry for many years, said there is no way you can mix addicts with people trying to turn their lives around, the same thing I told the Key West City Commission last year in Old City Hall.
Later, David Rice, a psychologist, who once had founded and operated the Guidance Clinic of the Keys, which provided drug rehab services, would say the recovering heroin addict was dead on the money; the two populations could not be mixed, if Key West wanted to see homeless people trying to turn their lives around to succeed. However, if all Key West was doing was trying to get homeless people into a shelter for the night, then that was another story.
That is the story. All the talk about trying to help homeless people turn their lives around is not what Key West is about. The city is about trying to get all homeless people out of sound, out of sight, or out of the Key West area altogether, which everyone at the dais knew, but only Rice had the balls to say it. He was also the only person on the dais who really knows anything about addiction and mental illness, but you’d never know it to hear how some, not all, of the other officials carried on. Leave out all the posturing, and the city officials comments might have taken half hour total.
When Sylvia Murphy, who chaired the meeting, said it was time for citizen comments, George Nuegent said he wanted people who represented a legitimate group to be able to speak for 5 minutes, instead of 3 minutes. When my turn to speak came, I said I had lived on the street in Key West, and had stayed at KOTS and at Florida Keys Outreach Coalition, and I was going speaking for the homeless people, since no one else was doing that, and I would take 5 minutes therefore, and thank you for that, George Neugent. Sylvia Murhpy said nothing.
The guts of what I said was, no matter what is said or done, in the end nobody is going to like how it turns out; it is a very tough problem, there are no solutions; the only thing that can be done is try to manage it. I am the reason, me and Attorney Sam Kaufman, for KOTs being built. Sam and I convinced then Mayor Jimmy Weekley and the city commissioners and city manager that we would put Key West into the same Federal Court where Miami got put, if the city did not stop mistreating its homeless people. That same Federal Court has jursdiction of Key West. Although homeless is a county-wide problem, it is dealt with differetly in Key West, which uses its police to jail homeless people for “homeless crimes”, some of which crimes are invented on the spot by some Key West police officers. 90 percent of homeless people are addicts. The city police are putting drunk homeless people into the Sheriff’s jail, which is killing him financially, because they cost more than $82 a day to take care of, than do inmates who are not addicts. The Sheriff has to detox homeless addicts, take care of them medically. Sometimes send them to the hospital, if they are not taken there to begin with by city police. The hospital also is being killed financially by the city’s homeless policy. Homeless people knew when I was homeless that I was a lawyer, and they got mad at me, threatened me even, because I would not bring a lawsuit to get the enforement of the city’s open container law against them declared unconstitutional. I felt the law was unconstitutional, it was a winnable case, but I told them I could not ask a judge to make it legal for them to drink themselves to death. (I did not say drinking is the city’s national pasttime – mea culpa, I can’t think of everything when I’m under time pressure.)
I said there is something that can be done to take the load off the Sheriff and the hosptial, which the city is causing … the 3-minute bell went off. Sylvia Murphy said I was done talking. I said I had 5 minutes. She said she did not agree to that. 5 minutes was only for people who represented a legitimate group. I said homeless people are a legitimate group, I said that to begin with and I was going to talk for 5 minutes, as George Neugent had proposed. David Rice said he wanted to hear what else I had to say. Sylvia said, oh, well okay. I told Sylvia that I could not believe what she had said about homeless people not being a legitimate group. She said, well, she said it. Go on, I had 2 minutes left.
I said what needs to happen is the city needs to have its own facility for drunk homeless people it arrests, paid for by the city, manned 24 hours by armed guards. Homeless drunks arrested by city police are taken to that place, not to the jail where they reside 45 days, 30 days, 60 days, at the Sheriff’s and/or the hospital’s expense. Homeless drunks are released from the city’s drunk facility the next morning. They are on foot because they were made to chain their bicycles where they were arrested. They have to walk. They are going into withdrawal. They head to the nearest booze outlet to get that taken care of. They get arrested again, put back in the same city drunk facility. Over and over. Maybe they get tired off that. Maybe they decide to stop drinking, get help, try to turn their lives around. Maybe they leave the area. The Sheriff and the hosptial are saved wads of money. I stopped before the two minutes were up.
During his ensuing comments, David Rice said he really liked what I had said. He said maybe the Marchman Act can be used to pull off what I had suggested. Marchman allows police to pick up drunks who pose a threat to themselves or to other people, and hold them in jail for 8 hours, I think he said, and then release them with no criminal charges having been filed. David said he was going to look into that, for something had to be done to get the Sheriff and the hospital out from under the load of housing Key West’s drunk homeless people.
Marchman Act. What is the Marchman Act? The Marchman Act is a law under the Florida Statute that enables family members to obtain help for a loved one who …
You’d have thunk Gwen Filosa and the Citzen would have reported at least what David Rice said to my proposal, and what he said to the recovering heroin addict saying you can’t mix addicsts with people drying to turn their lives around. You’d have thunk wrong. Hell, even mechanics should see a city facility for city homeless drunks is far better than killing the Sheriff and the hospital.
After the “Homeless Summit” ended, I spoke in sequence with Sheriff Ramsay, David Rice and Monroe County Attorney Bob Shillinger. Here is the guts of that I told them:
In the old days, when a diamond cutter had a rough diamond to cut, he studied it carefully under a microscope, until he felt he had figured out where to strike the diamond with his hammer with his cutting tool. If he struck in the right place, he got a beautiful gemstone. If he struck in the wrong place, he ended up with a lot of broken glass.
Well, in Key West’s homeless policy, the strike point is the city putting homeless drunks in the Sheriff’s jail on Stock Island, or in the hospital. Therefore, the County Commission and the Sheriff need to draw a line in the sand there: refuse to negotiate with the city, until it stops putting its homeless drunks in the Sheriff’s jail, or in the hospital. Hold that line, do not budge from that line, and see what happens. Something will happen, eventually. Meanwhile, Key West gets no new help from the County Commission or the Sheriff, and the Sheriff holds the city’s homeless drunks for 8 hours, then releases them. Imagine the pleasure that will cause Key West city officials and the people putting heat on them to rid the city of homeless people.
If the Marchman Act does not cover that situation, then just make up a local Marchman Act. Either pass it into law, or adlib. Really, who’s gonna complain about taking drunk homeless people out of circulation for 8 hours, and then letting them go, other than Key West city officials and their irate constituents, most of whom drink plenty themselves, and the city’s drunk homeless people? Conchs have come up with far more questionable brands of justice, with far more harmful consequences.
During intermission in the cabaret last night, Rick Boettger said he still could not believe Mayor Cates had asked me to be on his mayor’s homeless advisory committee, and then he had not included me. That had cost Mayor Cates his support, Rick said. I said Cates did the same thing to Father Stephen Braddock,
who runs Florida Keys Outreach Coalition. Why?, Rick asked. I said because Cates wanted people advising him, who would tell him what he wanted to hear, and because someone was controlling him, his wife. And because he did not want to hear what Steve and I would tell him.
I did not see Steve at the “Homeless Summit” yesterday. Maybe he had more important things to be doing than listen to government officials posture, which was 90 percent of that they did. Steve is in the business of giving down and out people, who wish to try to do it, a chance of turning their lives around. He is not in the business of telling people what they want to hear. Nor was his polestar, Jesus.
When Rick said again that Mayor Cates had lost his support, I said, well then, support me in my campaign. Maybe Rick didn’t hear me. Maybe that’s why he didn’t say anything.
Moving further sideways, or perhaps backward, from a former Key West resident now living around Homestead because he can afford living there, but not in Key West. His is so colorful, I am at loss for words to comment further. But I did ad some pics.
old Peary Court barracks
later Peary Court park and ball field
part of Peary Court today
“… borders the parcel which began as Navy barracks “, you.
Army Barracks, Army Barracks.
Before there was anything within 7 or 8 blocks of “Peary Court”, that space was the “Key West Barracks” It’s where the Army lived, starting years before they began to build Fort Taylor and the two Martellos, back in the 1840s.
Key West Barracks is what Brannan snuck out of in the middle of the night after Lincoln got elected. He tip toed around Key West and safely out to the Fort while everyone else was asleep. When the door closed safely behind him and his crew, Key West became the only ‘City’ south of the Mason Dixon line not to go Confederate in the War of Yankee Aggression.
In Short, it’s been Public Property for as long as there’s been a Key West.
So, looks like you’re fighting a war on two fronts down there. On the East you have some foreign entity called Balfour Beatty with its fist clenched firmly around Key West’s throat. UH, but with Only the Best of Intentions for everyone in the community.
And on the West, the never ending saga of: “It’s NOT gonna be a Public Park! There’s too much bloody money involved, here, you…you…Meatheads!!!”
You were right to suggest that they hire a pro for the Peary Court. It’s really not a substitute for getting Themselves organized, but it beats what they got over on Fort Street:
Bob Kelley in the in the only remaining foxhole is not enough. A whole Bunch of really nice people, wandering around in a fog, moaning: “We’re gonna get screwed again. We’re gonna get screwed again!” will not accomplish Anything. The City, apparently, had recently announced that the 6.6 Acre Bahama Village never existed. “This is Prime, Mega prime, U.S. waterfront property. You think we’re actually turn it over to You?”
If it takes 15 more years, forget about it!!!”
You got Clayton holding one seat with a half a dozen other Community items in his lap and a handful of people like Kelley who can’t seem to impress on Anyone in Bahama Village, the need to get Themselves organized.
There is, today, absolutely NO recognition by anyone in Bahama Village besides Lopez and Kelley, that without a LOCALLY OPERATED 501 – c 3 to replace the broad, communitywide legal function of the Land Trust, you cannot maximize the utility of the 6.6 acres to either the people of Bahama Village or the many other residents of Key West..
Call it: “Friends of Bahama Village”. Call it:”Friends of Fort Street”. Call it: “Friends of Kermit Forbes”, but get legally organized. Yeah, it’s gonna take some work. But that work will preserve an opportunity, the likes of which, Bahama Village will not see again in a long, long time.
There needs to appear a COMMUNITY VEHICLE on Fort Street. Otherwise, nobody in the Village is going anyplace on the BRAC acreage.
And look, if the ‘leaders’ in Bahama Village can’t even manage a simple incorporation? If there aren’t enough Village Residents to form up a perpetual Board of Directors – and the BVBRAC is NOT geared up to provide such a function – then forget about it.
The City really would be mistaken to hand over a Zero Dollar operating lease on Blue Chip Waterfront to even the most well meaning of crowds, if they can’t even call itself to order.
The Land Trust closed – how long ago? Has anyone seen any indication that the community is once again Legally operational? NO.
Sloan , at least on Easternmost Angela Street, you got functional, Group recognition of a big problem plus some salvageable opportunity, whereas on Fort Street, it’s cats refusing to herd themselves. Which reminds me: Years ago, Dennis Cooper was EXTREMELY EFFECTIVE in defending a little group on the other end of Angela from rampant development. “The Angela Street/ Chapman Lane Neighbor’s Association”, something like that. It was, maybe ten or twenty people. They. with Cooper’s persistent help, they succeeded in preserving the safety of their little streets – so their kids could keep playing in front of their houses.
Why reinvent the wheel ? Go talk to the Contact Doctor. Can’t hurt.
Later from Paul:
… on Peary Court, …
I think only of Harry Powell. A younger Captain Tony.
There’s one item in the most current Peary Court evolution, that’s like the “Elephant… no… “the Beast from Twenty Thousand Leagues, in the Room”.
Something like $30 million has already changed hands, no?
Today, the developers may present themselves as Joanie Mitchell and Peter Frampton. Powerfully funded, they stay on message, stay on message, stay on message, until they legally get what they want, on paper, from the City.
Behind the scenes, the new developers of “Key West Barracks” may be expected to grab senior City Staff noses and say: “Hey, You miserable little Conchs , we’re down $30 Mil. You need to make Us whole, plus a ‘fair’ margin. Or we’ll sue!!”
I don’t know, Sloan. I just don’t look for Happy Trails at Peary Court. And Fort Street? I can hear my kneecaps breaking. If I were to live for 10 or 20 more years and move to , what, Austria or Australia or , wouldn’t it be wonderful: Detroit!”. And live to be 80 or 90? I’d fully expect to be able see, on the Net – from anywhere, the same TOTAL Bahama Village community default as I’ve observed for more than a decade and a half, in Bahama Village.
People can say what they want about Norma Jean Sawyer. AT LEAST: She didn’t have her head buried 15 feet up her ass. And she could sell.
.. . or, Sloan, who knows, it’s not like people in Bahama Village are incorrigibly anti organization. lightning could strike…
… Shit, Sloan! I’ve just endorsed general miscreancy! Awwww, it’s time for my nap.
Moving further sideways, or perhaps backward. From Bob Kelly yesterday,, whose comments also left me speechless, but I added pics:
Truman Waterfront Phase 1 [click link to open what Bob sent]
If you wanted to schedule a meeting and didn’t want too much public participation, would St. Patrick’s Day be a good day?
The Truman Waterfront Advisory Board meeting agenda just popped up on the City’s agenda calendar.
The agenda includes an Action Item, to approve a Task Order to B/A and Partners to begin working on Phase 2 of the development plan. Phase 2 includes the destruction of the Navy Mess Hall, building 1287, and the implicit or explicit division of the 6.6 acres that were once supposed to benefit Bahama Village.
The City Commission will also consider the Task Order for approval. At this point, I think that it MUST be delayed. Lopez says he intends to restore the full 6.6 acres to benefit Bahama Village. Yaniz says that he will absolutely prevent the Mess Hall from being torn down.
They’ll have their work cut out for them.
Please see The Blue Paper this Friday. [www.thebluepaper.com]
The drawing attached shows the Phase 1 site plan. Notice that the Mess Hall has been removed from the BV benefit area, which is now only 2.4 acres rather than 6.6.
If someone has email addresses for Amy Culver-Aversa and Eliot Baron, please forward to them. Send on to your friends in town.
Later P.S. from Bob:
Turns out that there are two meetings scheduled for Monday beginning at 5:30.
The first meeting, at 5:30, is a joint meeting between the TWAB and BVRAC groups. They will almost certainly take up the matter of the 6.6 acres. There is no agenda nor is there any backup material yet.
The second meeting will follow the first and is a regular meeting. The Agenda is attached.
I was having nagging thoughts for maybe a week that maybe it was Stephen Freer, of now sunk Tug Boat Tilly infame,
who had sent me two or three emails maybe a month ago? complaining about his being mistreated by a dock on Stock Island, and he wanted to sue for himself and his guests, reservations had been made for his yacht, but the reservations had been dishonored, it was a great inconvenience, a rip off … It was hard for me to make sense of, connect all of Freer’s dots, I wrote back saying in need of more info, I got another segment of the rant, I wrote back saying please just tell me the whole story, start at the beginning and write it all down, as it happened. I heard nothing back.
What convinced me it was Freer was when I saw his email address in the very bottom of my email contacts, which Outlook Express had automatically saved. I had deleted all of his and my emails some time after he did not respond to my request. I hate to think if I had published what he sent, as it was, if maybe that might have headed off at the channel pass, so to speak, what ended up happening. But then, if I had published what he sent, maybe he would have ended up trying to bed down here where I live, which would very definitely not have made my landlady or her other tenants or me happy campers.
Ongoing serendipities ain’t always necessarily a many splendor thing.
Political advertisement paid for and approved by Sloan Bashinsky, for Mayor of Key West