“Tell-All” book reveals, “Joe Biden likes to skinny dip”. That’s a scandal? Good lord.
“Agents say that, whether at the vice president’s residence or at his home in Delaware, Biden has a habit of swimming in his pool nude,” Kessler writes.
“Female Secret Service agents find that offensive.”
Screw’em. I’ve never understood American’s priggishness when it comes to swimming nude. It’s accepted by citizens of other countries: Germany, Scandinavia, even England, for crissake – Churchill used no bathing suit, and at least until the mid-sixties, it was quite common at private (men’s) clubs here in the US.
Why would anyone choose to wear a wet, sandy swim suit that drags in the water and adds misery on shore when they can so easily do without one? You want sex, a string bikini’s for you; it’s sexy by what it hides. For comfort without bother, find a nude beach and get over yourself.
I’m heartened that Biden is so sensible in this respect, at least.
As of this writing, we’re at $42,573, which is huge, and the entire family thanks you from the deepest recesses of our hearts (and I’d join them too, if I had one). I’ve put a link to the fund up above because several people have asked family members how to contribute, and it’d be obnoxious for me to keep plastering the appeal in your faces.
But we do thank you, all, again.
35 Mead Avenue
35 Mead Avenue, Cos Cob. Great old 1855 home, but it lost its charm during its centennial when the thruway went up in 1955. Sold for $890,000 in 2001, it’s been asking $1.099 this time.
19 Grimes Rd
After being pretty well hammered by buyers’ reaction to hurricanes Irene and Sandy, the market for Shorelands properties seems to have recovered. The latest sale there is 19 Grimes Road, a pretty, smallish (2,500 sq.ft.) home, for $2.025 million, on a $2.5 million ask. The house last sold in 2000, for $1.495 million on an initial asking price back then of $1.850. Reaching too high is not a new phenomenon in Greenwich real estate.
AE flood zone, but if it closed, a bank must have been satisfied its security is in no danger of floating away. Shorelands has always flooded, by the way, and the people there learn to live with it – it’s a great neighborhood, and if you lose a furnace every decade or so, that’s the price you pay.
(Actually, if you look closely, you’ll see a new foundation – someone must have jacked this house up in the past)
96 Husted (contrails courtesy of People’s Express and Westchester Airport)
96 Husted Lane, which sold new in 2006 for $7.350 million in 2006 and for just $5.650 in 2011 after a relocation company took the hit, has resold for $6.325 million. Depending on how much the 2011 “renovations” claimed in the listing cost, there probably wasn’t a huge gain here after transaction costs.
11 Chieftans Rd
The estate of the late Wall Street analyst sold his home at 11 Chieftans for $2.550 million; he paid $4.650 for it in 2003. The Chieftans development is shaping up to be the most expensive flop in recent Greenwich real estate.
70 Oneida Drive
Looks like he bought 70 Oneida Drive today, for $10.950 million, full price of the Joe Barbeiri listing of last year. Nice digs.
187 Stanwich Rd
Zillow maintains a foreclosure and pre-foreclosure list of properties headed back to their lenders, and it can be useful for seeing what’s available.
On the other hand, you have to be careful not to rely exclusively on their data, or you can be misinformed.
Take, for instance, 187 Stanwich Road, scheduled to be sold at auction tomorrow. Zillow gets the last sale price right: $2.615 million, in 2007, but then describes it as a one bedroom cottage with “a good rental history”. In case that strikes you as odd, it is; Zillow’s confused the guest cottage with the restored, 1800 main house.
It doesn’t matter, really, because between the amount owed on the mortgage and the numerous state and federal tax liens, which come ahead even of the mortgage, there’s no bargain to be had here. The point is, don’t take what you find on Zillow as the gospel truth – sometimes it is, sometimes not.
187 Stanwich Rd, per Zillow
“Flight 73, now boarding”
You meet the most unexpected people on board.
Woman demands cigarettes and a parachute in order to deplane, throws her artificial leg at attendant when refused.
Pilots were forced to divert a plane after a drunk passenger threw her prosthetic leg at members of the cabin crew.
After her demands for ‘cigarettes and a parachute’ were denied by stewards, the 48-year-old took off the false limb and hurled it at them in a fit of rage. The crew managed to restrain her, but Thomson Flight 297 from Enfidha, Tunisia, to Edinburgh had to be diverted to Gatwick, where it made an emergency landing.
A Thomson Airways spokesman apologised for the diversion – a ‘last resort’ by the plane’s captain – and said it had a ‘zero tolerance’ policy to disruptive behaviour on flights.
That’s a relief.
Ewe can lead a hoarse to water, but a pencil must be lead
Teacher fired after explaining homophones to students because his boss thought he was “promoting homosexuality”.
A blogger for a school in Utah has lost his job after he wrote a post explaining what a homophone is and his boss accused him of promoting a gay agenda.
Until his recent dismissal, Tim Torkildson worked as a social media strategist for the Nomen Global Language Center in Provo, a private language school which aims to help students with their English.
One of Torkildon’s tasks was writing about the English language and his last post had focused on explaining what homophones are.
When Torkildson’s boss, and the school’s owner, Clarke Woodger read the article he called him into his office and told him he was fired.
‘Now our school is going to be associated with homosexuality,’ Woodger complained, according to Torkildson, who posted their exchange on his blog.
Hay, yew never no.
The two US aid workers with Ebola are being flown to Atlanta for treatment and The Donald is upset. The facility where the two are going to be taken is especially designed for exactly this sort of thing, and there seems to me to be less risk from repatriating two sick citizens than allowing international flights to land on our shores to visit, say, our casinos.