767 Lake Ave
This is a lovely house on great land, purchased in 2003 for $4 million, underwent some renovating and came back on in April 2007 for $5.175 million. No go. This is a “Coggins house” built by a Mr. Coggins back in the day when replicating old colonials was in fashion. Today, low ceilings may be authentic but they aren’t desireable and while there may be other factors at work here (like that price), the design isn’t helping.So far, the sellers remain adamant; they’ve reduced their price by millimeters over the years and today they pinched it down a teensey bit more, to $4.875. Call me crazy, but that sounds very similar to $5.175 and if that price didn’t work when there were buyers, what makes these sellers think it will work now?
So the house continues to sit unsold, a condition I predict will continue for as long as the sellers maintain their price. Nothing wrong with refusing to sell at a undesireable price, but why continue to keep this house in showing condition when you have no intention of selling?
56 Havemeyer Lane
When this house came up for sale back in 2008 priced at $2.195 I infuriated its builder by suggesting that the road was awfully busy to support a price in the twos. It sold today for $1.240 million. I’m sure that’s my fault.
Frankie Fudrucker, titular head of the august firm of Fudrucker/Fontanski Discount Real Estate, has received a message from CB that a check has materialized and is awaiting pick-up (hey, have you priced a stamp lately?). I told Frankie that I’m having too much fun to be called off by a bit of filthy lucre, but Frankie, ever the businessman, thinks we should accept the check and call off the kettle donation display I’d scheduled for Thursday. Too bad – I was thinking one of those huge metal pots with a lobster painted on the side, hung from a tripod and me alongside with a big brass bell. I’d wear a nice collared Vineyard Vines shirt of course – don’t want to embarrass anyone down at that end of the village by being inappropriately attired.
Next time, eh?
Dr. Fu man Chu, Obama’s gift to our nation and acting Energy Tsar, says that Americans are just foolish children, too stupid to know what’s good for them. Fortunately the good doctor is a liberal and thus not only knows all the right answers, he’s prepared to force them down our throats. So here it comes, from CFLs to a ban on used toys to windmills in our attics to a health care tax (except that, as explained by our Commander in Chief and late night entertainment guest, you can’t call something a tax if it’s good for you). It’s possible that all this enforced goodness will make Americans grateful and beholden to Democrats and liberal Republicans. Then again, it may not. It’ll be fun to find out.
There is an article on the Huffington Post relating to the seizure of the Subway bombers. Forget the article, it’s the comments that are illuminating. Huffington readers are apparently a liberal bunch of fellas and they use this occasion to celebrate the return of the rule of law under the Messiah – no more Bush/Cheney fascism, just legal procedures employed all nicey-nicey by the FBI. None of these juice heads seems to recognize that the FBI caught these weasels via wire tapes – yup, that same warrantless surveillance of terrorists that Bush initiated and caused bedwetting on college campuses from Boston to Washington. Thank God for the Messiah and thank God that now the world will love us. We can relax now.
I mentioned this avoidance technique months ago but it seems to be gaining wider notice as a foreclosure defense: show me the note. Mortgages were sliced, diced and farmed out in pieces around the globe and, glory be, it turns out that the original promissory note that supported the mortgage has often been lost somewhere between here and Dubai. Judges are finally showing a little backbone and enforcing what has always been the law: no proof of ownership of a debt, no collection. Go to jail, do not pass Go, do not collect. Hey – bankers’ lawyers have been playing hardball from the git go – if you can turn the tables on them, go for it.
The Donald is hosting aging terrorist Muammar Quaddfi on the Don’s Bedford estate after New Yorkers wouldn’t let him pitch his tent there. Seems fitting, I suppose – if I remember my Greenwich history right, the United Nations was originally supposed to be built in northern Greenwich and Bedford anyway – now the chickens are literally coming home to roost. If we have any cruise missiles left from our first try at this goon maybe we can use them now – we won’t need to avoid France’s airspace and the light show would be fantastic.