9/23
Pat comes by
with papers for me to sign. All related to our upcoming reconstruction project.
Some will require an official notary. That’s where Mandola Joe comes in. And
that must wait until tomorrow.
Dealing with
the Department of Buildings is entering into a world somewhere between Kafka
and late Soviet bureaucracy. Filled with middlemen who were called expeditors
whose job it is to see that your papers continue to move forward. They’re held
in a bullpen. Sometimes a political connection can get your expeditor welcomed
and to the front of the line. Other times it’s a matter of random who knows
what. We hear a word has been put in on our behalf. Expeditors now call
themselves code consultants. An effort to bring more dignity to thei work. A new name doesn’t change the maddening process.
There’s been a
stop work order in effect since 2008 when we had a plan to demolish the church house
and build a residential tower. Now we have to prove that we never demolished
the church house. I’m like Get on the 1 train, get off at 86th
Street. Walk one block west. Take a good look…But that’s not good enough. There has
to be an architectural submission, an official inspection…seeing is apparently
not believing…
Pat and I are
preparing for the Center meeting when Mim comes in. It’s been way too long a
time since we met. Her support over the years has never wavered. We’ll bring
everyone up to speed on our negotiations and on our construction projects.
We’re back to figuring our what the most critical roles for the Center will be.
* Building
management?
* Securing
rentals?
* Expanding
the board and starting a capital campaign?
What is most
critical is getting the 501c3 tax free status resolved, which seems as maddening
as working through DOB processes. And the exciting programming we envisioned to
define the Center, that can begin now. Just do it…
My son Nate is waiting for me in the sanctuary. We'll go grab some barbecue at Brother Jimmy's then head home to watch the Jets on Monday night football...if the Steelers are not involved, well, then I'm New York all the way..
My son Nate is waiting for me in the sanctuary. We'll go grab some barbecue at Brother Jimmy's then head home to watch the Jets on Monday night football...if the Steelers are not involved, well, then I'm New York all the way..
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