Archive for August, 2015
So poor old Don was found ripped from his roof damaged but not broken ! Now I wonder why poor old Don was targeted for victimization and who could have been irate with regard to his postings??? The clues are piling up- he has after all only been a guest blogger once
and the subject of a post once
Certainly your average Neanderthal doesn’t have it in for “donspouts” as their modus operandi. Will a complaint to the Building Dept. follow ???
The case of the Curious Neanderthal…….. to be continued – hopefully not … but watch this space.
I had noticed the other day that from my mum’s upstairs window you could reach out your hand and pick an apple , the kitchen window has tomatoes within arms reach and the front window living room window was the same reach out and pick. I had my husband take photos for the blog so I could segue from Chris’ Birthday post
with something not so dour until I posted the next post on the housing of Lorain and her court.
I like my 90 year old leaded glass windows , although they are a bugger to fix if they ever get broken , which has happened twice and it was a pain finding anyone with the knowledge to fix them.
However, this morning this household woke to glass and shattered windows. Funny thing was when the Insurance asked for a recent picture of the front window before the act of destruction by a disturbed mind I had a very recent photo
to go along with what happens when a Neanderthal brain, trapped in their lower than shit on the shoe lifestyle – creeps up to the front of your home and with the reasoning of a sub-human throws a huge chunk of concrete at leaded glass windows . Such a clever “come back’ / and or retaliatory stance- but we are dealing with the underbelly thinking of some of Lorain’s citizens.
The police duly arrived-
did we not hear or see anything
– well I had taken a sleeping pill( two actually). It has been an emotionally wrecked week due to what would have been my son’s birthday and mine and an anniversary- all things that used to be celebrated. Not much sleep in this household this past week so we are pretty much exhausted.
was barking and my husband thought Shadow was barking at the groundhogs that come for the fallen apples. We didn’t listen to the dogs. We have cameras out the back , because that is where a lot of “happenings” take place – looks like more for the front now.
So the next question :
Did I have any idea who did it and why?
WELLLLLLL , I can think of a lot of people who don’t like me , who are aggrieved and angry at some of my blog posts but who reacts with vengeance and vindictiveness?
BUT I had to be fair I have quite a list of suspects :
I have written about on some despicable and selfish people, ( in my opinion)
Out of town landlords, LLC’s
The Catholic Church https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2010/07/01/ignorestance-and-the-roman-catholic-church-part-6/
even a drug dealer or two
and some council members/ politicians
Lorain City School and Board shenanigans
( At least one “gentleman”- used with sarcasm – threatened my welfare if I came within 10 ft of him- he was flaming angry – I am told 😉
Mayors and politics too many to list . over the past 10 years.
Registered Sex Offenders ….
City Departments especially Building Dept
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2015/08/05/outdoor-showrooms-lorain-by-don-the-downspout/ ( hmm back to that original retribution)
Oh the list goes on……
As my husband told the two policemen
“ you would do better making a list of those that wouldn’t do it”
It is true I have been quite prolific in my writings but looking over the 60 odd categories and over 1,500 posts on this blog alone not counting WoM and other writings. A lot of these people I have written about have left , died, are in jail and moved on. They are more likely to hit me with lawyers than concrete . And I am sure they would have if I didn’t back everything I write with links and or documentation upon which I base my opinions.
So the question remains: Who has threatened retribution, who has been stirred up in the past few days, who borders on Neanderthal thinking. I simply can’t believe the Roman Catholic Church would condone “concrete vengeance”, or city council members , the media nah! they throw words not concrete.
If it is this “ape” of civilized behaviours way of frightening me – Well good luck with that – The very worst thing that can happen in one’s life and my life is watching my wonderful talented son die by increments for 6 weeks – hour upon hour day upon day- nothing is as terrible as that – I have faced that fear and been engulfed by it .
Throwing a tantrum at a window doesn’t scare me , nothing does not even my own death. So sorry if I haven’t given you the reaction you wanted but the house is now marked and monitored to protect the panes of the innocent 😉 .
The air – warm ,not too humid, not too hot- a summer’s afternoon. My eyes are heavy- I can barely keep them open – any other time -it would be a good thing to fall into sleep -for sleep heals – but sleep does not come easily now. This day, there is no noise from the street, all is quiet – the windows open – a small, lake kissed breeze, finds its way in – cooling the room, the lace curtains stir and wake, caressed by the breeze, adding a movement gentle and relaxing , hypnotic.
There are “little” sounds creeping around the edges of consciousness, a rustling of leaves from the Birch tree as they help the breeze on its journey , a bird splashing in the flower fountain under the window – a languid lullaby beckoning me away from a weary world. The plump couch cushions invite me into repose – I feel myself sinking into that healing sleep, without meaning to- probably further induced by re-occurring pain from the night, the tears that flooded the pillow taking their toll, wearing at me and what strength I have left.
Lulled once more into another world, finding myself happy in a room -a student’s room , there is pleasure , laughter in that room, my son talking to me, he is young and strong , I look upon the face I know so well- his face tanned ,
Oh! why doesn’t he take that damned hat off
– His eyes animated – we are talking about soccer, his team, how the game went yesterday. He doesn’t usually talk excitedly except about the things he loves or an accomplishment- a goal! He laughs, enjoying the moments relived, the coach had been overjoyed at the winning goal , another win to brag about. He carries the conversation, describing the details of that winning goal, every movement down the field, every pass , the cross , the header into the goal ……
I reach my hand to touch his face, he is too big , too grownup, too old to kiss and make a “mother” fuss. My hand cups his cheek , there is a warmth to his skin, the muscles of his cheek flutter a beneath my palm as he smiles once more at me . He is being patient with his silly sentimental mum. I can feel the stubble of a growing beard – see the colour of gold against my fingertips as I withdraw my hand hesitant to lose the connection. ….
I sit back in the chair that has somehow appeared into the picture and ask –
Has the doctor been in touch?
The mood changes-
“He doesnt’ want me seeing anyone else – there is nothing to be done
My mind whirls, confused thoughts rushing in from other worlds and times
What do you mean- let me talk to him – you look fine strong- there is nothing wrong you will beat this we will find a way
And then my body screams me awake– I am jolted ripped from happiness – I am back – my conscious mind declaring it unsafe, to continue , to go through his dying days again… rescued????
The breeze still moving the curtains – ceiling fan lazily stirring the warm air… his picture smiling from the mantle …. still there as dust moves dancing in circles in the sunlight – a smile frozen ! MY tears fall once more, lungs try to breathe, to escape the band of iron that is now encircling them and I realize – those moments of happiness- a gift for brief seconds- snatched away – just as he was snatched away by that obscenity – cancer- it permeates everything-
I fight being awake to reality. I want to go back – go back to that place where the excitement still had a place , where his smile was not just an instant caught by the lens of a camera …- it is no good…. I go to the computer, trying to hold onto those moments for just a little longer to remember the feeling of happiness and having him near……. to keep that moment… but all is lost…. the words bring back the pain of losing happiness, laughter , my son …… …..
I don’t get out much – prefer to stay in my own little world but when I do something usually finds me. And me being me has to look further into the subject. This week has been no different from the choice of parking place to the Powering Ohio’s Progess-
Parking Place :
I attended the demolition of a house on 6th Street you can access the links here
And of course there is also a back story on this one! How did this little house connect with an Independent candidate for the President of the United States ( watch this space).
I parked a little further down the street in the shade of a large tree. As I sat there, waiting for the demolition I looked at a cute cottage like house , faded and somewhat forlorn . It had character and I believe was much-loved in its day. It was for sale I wanted to see what it was like inside so I went to Zillow http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1235-W-6th-St-Lorain-OH-44052/34542849_zpid/ who pronounced the home
Quaint country charmer in the City! Good sized colonial on desirable street with lots of potential awaits the Buyer ready to express their renovation talents. This home has a large backyard and detached garage, unfinished bsmt, lots of light in the living room, ample sized bedrooms. Property is sold in as-is condition, Buyer to assume any and all point of sale requirements and repairs needed. Buyer responsible for own due diligence, inquiry and verification of all property information, condition, square footage and parcel data. Broker is not liable or responsible to verify any information as all data in MLS is reflective of public records. Buyers recommended to investigate all data. Cash sales only”
The photos were disappointing, the little home that probably was loved and cared for- by generations now pretty much a sad place………Photos from Zillow
Gone is the little porch railing , the landscaping and the inside ( sigh)
Deutsche Bank I know of old- but who was the current owner that purchased the “property ‘ AFTER POINT OF SALE in May of 2014 – 5 months after : Flat Iron Holdings they are out of Delaware but track back to California and they want cash! ( they should be hit with a flat iron if you ask me )-
but more interesting to me was the fact that the seller to Flat Iron was Mom Haven 9 LP- Texas ( and that had another company listed as an officer Momhaven 1 LLC which picked it up from Deutsche Bank – but I find interesting is Momhaven 1 LLC is also you guessed it – Vision Properties the people who are involved with 1348 West Erie (no POS) and 329 Hamilton ——–
as documented here https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2015/07/24/lorain-common-core-values-and-pos-pt-5/
and how do I know this?
From Houston Real estate transfers
Jun. 8 N/A
Buyer: Jose Arredondo
Seller: Mom Haven 9 Lp, Momhaven I LLC (Partner), Vision Property Management LLC-Through A Consent To Action Taken Without Special Meeting Of General and Alexander Szkaradel
Well there you have it “taking an interest in Lorain “…
Then a trip to City Council last evening, where things got curiouser and curiouser – a resolution of support apparently forthcoming by two of the three council at large for full council-
Oh it is just paperwork, City Council pass resolutions all the time- all nicey, nicey to support business, – resolutions mean nothing really or do they?
After last night’s meeting I did some checking on this one:
You can find the Powering Ohio’s Progress Here :
Worrying to me, are these words from the press release – and we all know the usage of the English language and gobbledygook!
“While the typical residential customer using about 750 kilowatt-hours of electricity per month could expect to see a modest increase in the initial years
what is as modest increase when it is at home??? and more worrying is the Disclaimer of Maybe
From their own news release ….. red flags flying all over this in my opinion- and I became even curiouser !
This news release includes forward-looking statements based on information currently available to management. Such statements are subject to certain risks and uncertainties. These statements include declarations regarding management’s intents, beliefs and current expectations. These statements typically contain, but are not limited to, the terms “anticipate,” “potential,” “expect,” “will,” “intend,” “believe,” “estimate” and similar words. Forward-looking statements involve estimates, assumptions, known and unknown risks, uncertainties and other factors that may cause actual results, performance or achievements to be materially different from any future results, performance or achievements expressed or implied by such forward-looking statements, which may include the following: the speed and nature of increased competition in the electric utility industry, in general, and the retail sales market in particular; the ability to experience growth in the Regulated Distribution and Regulated Transmission segments and to successfully implement our sales strategy in the Competitive Energy Services segment; the accomplishment of our regulatory and operational goals in connection with our transmission plan and planned distribution rate cases and the effectiveness of our repositioning strategy; the impact of the regulatory process on the pending matters before the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission and in the various states in which we do business including, but not limited to, matters related to rates and pending rate cases and the Electric Security
and it went on and on- so I checked with the dreaded detractors you know the naysayers and the haters. and this is what I discovered a couple said
Stated Scott Gerfen, Ohio Consumers Counsel spokesperson:
“1.9 million consumers paid billions of dollars to FirstEnergy for its transition to deregulated power plants, under a 1999 Ohio law. Fifteen years later, FirstEnergy is again asking consumers to pay charges related to the power plants. FirstEnergy’s requests include asking the government (the PUCO) to guarantee profits for what are deregulated power plants whose profits should instead be determined by the electricity market. Needless to say, we are concerned for consumers…”
The Sierra Club’s Dan Sawmiller agreed and criticized similar requests from Duke and AEP:
“These proposals from Ohio’s utilities are nothing more than a request to have Ohio’s electricity customers spend their money to bail out dirty old, obsolete power plants. These power plants are expensive and are being replaced in the market by cheaper, cleaner sources of generation, and we should not bail these corporations out now that they are unable to compete.”
and to be fair let us hear the arguments from
Mr. Chuck Jones President and CEO of Akron based First Energy Corporation
Vague usage of the English language – controversy– I certainly hope our city council members etc. do their due diligence into looking to this “possible” requested resolution and are prepared to say WHY they voted and if they know how much their vote would cost Lorainites or in fact- who could benefit ! BUT I ” somehow, think” that “possibly” that “may not” be the case. 😉
There I was dangling free and discharging onto the ground ( well not exactly since it was January and I was frozen) when I was discovered in my illegality by Mrs. Dye of Dye’s Appliances and of the Design Review Board and her offspring-
Not only me, I am ashamed to say , but ( Gary) the garage was sore in need of some paint on three of his sides – His one side compromised by the “growth” unchecked by the property next door – which happens to be owned by the City of Lorain. 😉
So Mrs. Dye , in her capacity of a sitting Board Member of what is called The Design Review Board- in the subject of the email, sent the Chief Building Inspector Klinar on a journey to 4th street that late January day to confirm I was illegal and Gary the Garage was becoming an eyesore.
In fact, Mrs. Dye did so more than once .
You see, Mrs. Dye was really “ticked off” with one of my owners , so she discharged her venom , in this downspout’s opinion, by using her position as a member of a city board to get the complaints seen to at once- well with in 4 business days. Something about that rankles, as this was a private citizen being targeted by a member of a City Design Review Board ( not in their jurisdiction) by using another city office but of course she also, in our opinion, tried to intimidate and coerce the Lorain Administration in the same e-mail . I think there maybe an issue here but I digress:
I had to be connected within 6 days
Poor old Gary the Garage, he had to be scraped and painted and fixed by April 30th- which my owner said, was in legal terms was “arbitrary and capricious ” in that time line so she ( the one who writes) sent a letter which you can read here:
I am pleased to say I, Don the downspout, was duly connected in those cold , cold February days and yes! by August 1st Gary the Garage, has been duly , scraped , mended and painted- and his design colours( hope that meets with those of the Design Review Board – neighboring properties taken into account) are thanks to the fact that whilst the garage was being “fixed” his doors of red are to match the red dump truck that has been parked on that city lot for a month if not more!
A letter to the city followed stating we are now in compliance with Gary’s portraits – found here Garage citation inspection 1127
NOTE: UPDATE you will see by the following J- Pg. our violations ( such as they were) have now been officially abated !
My owner did get some benefit out of all this brouhaha- she (who really could be the cat’s mother) was able to fill pages and pages on this subject of “Building Codes and their enforcement” ( or not) . I was fixed and the garage painted because it was so WE WERE NOT in compliance !!!
I wonder what dreaded fate would have befallen my owners if we had ignored the ORC ? Judge for yourself!!
Let’s visit those situations, where seemingly, there is such a lot non- compliance – especially with Lorain’s outdoor showrooms – Readers can you honestly say that I a mere downspout should be compared to say – this :
3200 Jaeger Road – (photo- August 4th-2015 5:00 pm.) click on the photo it is really much worse up close!
3200 Jaeger Road- is owned by ( according to the Lorain County Auditor )
and it looks like since the Auditor last took the photo the “lawn ornaments” have flourished in these ripe conditions of non- accountability
Now how can I say that – non accountability? A quick check with the city – This property has been cited time and time again starting in September 9th 2011 you can access that complaint here
Finally an appearance before the Judge-JUDGE COOK- of the Housing Court JUNE 26TH 2015 4 years later
Now we are getting somewhere, especially since in the file the report of Mr. Daniel Esterle flagged down the Inspector swearing at him and ready to sue the city , according to the report filed, which can be seen here
Judge Cook, found the defendant -GUILTY- and slapped a sentence on him of – wait for it $150.00″ that is One Hundred and Fifty dollars plus court costs….. Oh well just about the cost of another lawn mower then? Not bad 4 years of citations, 4 years of a lovely outdoor showroom and the cost of doing business for these property owners a mere $150.00 – sounds like a deal!
Of course Mrs. Dye also has an outdoor showroom – a lovely site as you are welcomed to Lorain – Part of her DESIGN Plan for Lorain – one presumes-.
If these objects were declared “junk” she would have at least have to fence it in- but then she wouldn’t be allowed a junk yard in downtown Lorain so we have her “outdoor showroom” welcoming our visitors!
Although, those doors on refrigerators etc. are quite worrying . I thought there was a Federal Law about that – hazard to little ones climbing in – wasn’t that the Consumer Protection Act- can’t be can it? The city wouldn’t allow hazards to small children ? Oh well! probably just another fine anyway and small cost of doing business.
A little earlier on in the year May 2015 taken from Broadway – looks like business is good more drop offs-
As you drive into downtown along Broadway-what an interesting conversation piece as we drive along looking at the lovely Port Authority complex on one side- the welcome sign what attraction can that be on the left?
-” is it – junk- garden art- the outdoor showroom of opinion-” I wonder what the artist had in mind???Has to be there by DESIGN
Due to the fact vehicles (Dye’s) had blocked the street, a turn around had to be found that August day and what to wondering eyes did appear – well more than a dangling downspout at 214- W. 10th, a neighbor of Dye’s Appliances – now this property did not get this way in a year or so – I wonder why neighbor Dye of the Design Review Board would put up with it.
But a new use for BLUE TARPS has been found- this lovely piece of Lorain real estate is owned ( according to the auditor) Parcel Number: 02-01-003-120-012
Address: ESSER MANAGEMENT INC
214 10TH ST W LORAIN, OH 44052
Tax Bill Mailed to: ESSER MANAGEMENT INC
1138 LEXINGTON AV LORAIN, OH 44052 and Esser Management tracks back to ( according to the Secretary of State)
Another quick check with Lorain Building Dept
“This building was cited on 4/20/2015.
Code violations: 304.2 / 304.7 / 304.10 / 308.1.
The owner called and said he is planning to demolish the building. I gave him some time.
No changes and no response.
Sent to court.
OH! OH! I wonder what the “accountability” for this will be??? Enquiring Donspouts want to know-
Seriously, this crime and punishment is downright laughable and very, very annoying to those that do follow the law. Do they write the punishment into the cost of doing business – because each of the aforementioned are in BUSINESS!!
…… more to come – unfortunately
2002- You had just completed the 1st year of foundation courses at Cleveland Institute of Art. That Summer- a time of excitement in this family – getting ready for Nikki’s Christmas wedding. Once again I volunteered you for one of my community projects – your words still ring in my memory.
-” Mum if I was a mechanic would you volunteer me- Yes, I replied if you were a good mechanic”
MainstreetLorain( Now Lorain Growth Corp) had purchased a shed- it was going to sit on the ‘ mile long pier” welcoming the boaters, tourists and fisher folk, to be filled with welcoming information of what to do and where to do it in Lorain. John Houser, the MainstreetLorain Director, wanted a mural on both sides of he shed so it could be seen coming and going and a “free hand cursive “Welcome” .
Oh how you grumbled and I believe swore more than once at me – the surface was rough, hard to paint, there were grooves galore the heat didn’t help , the conditions lacking .
Mum this isn’t easy to paint this thing- why don’t you just stain it and put up a sign , I am sure there are plenty of photos of the lighthouse”
and so it went our back and forth.
The “Lighthouse Shed” eventually moved from the mile long pier to Black River Landing – It had weathered and a window added
The shed sat there season after season , becoming even more weathered and worn
but you weren’t interested when I would send them to you –
” Not my best work mum!- I don’t know why I let you talk me into doing these things for you”
The shed faded from memory, especially when we received the dreaded “cancer” news.
It was just a few weeks after your death- I didn’t go anywhere , withdrew from the world, the grief too much to deal with , let alone meet up with “people”. However , I was expressly asked by a dear friend to attend a meeting at the Port Authority. I sat in back of the meeting looking everywhere but at those faces- so full of compassion for me- I dare not meet their eyes….. and there my gaze fell, as I looked out the window, on that damned shed – still there! The snow circled danced with her partner, the all prevailing wind,blurring the little painted lighthouse, and yet bringing those summer days to the fore.
– how is it possible ?I thought – the shed still there facing the elements but you – you were gone. Why???
I fled the meeting in tears , hopefully without causing alarm to others knowing I would not find any answer.
I stayed away – from festivals- from life and the shed went back into memory. Then, once more I had to attend an event at the “landings”. The poor old shed looked worn and dull but Gavin and Braedyn were impressed when they saw the lighthouse was painted by Uncle Chris. And so another opportunity for you to become tangible in their little lives, to share another story of Chris told to little bright faces. .
Two years later a phone call-
Would Charleston Village Society like the donation of the “Lighthouse Shed ” for Settler’s Watch- great for keeping stuff in it?
I said yes, knowing I couldn’t bear to think of it ending up on a dump somewhere . And so the shed arrived to be placed behind the grapevines- my romantic notion – from a distance and if you squint your eyes this old weather-beaten shed looked eerily like an old settler’s cabin.
The shed certainly doesn’t look out-of-place. BUT the murals , well the rocks and lake were gone on the one side, the seagulls had lost their wings and the lighthouse itself faded into a mere shadow of itself all details gone -just an outline of what was once. –.
I knew I could call upon artists I know to redo the murals but I just couldn’t do that- I couldn’t bear your work and those memories to be painted over by anyone else. I had to do it but as my old art teacher informed me time and time again in school –
“Loraine you couldn’t even draw unemployment”
I decided I would “paint” not by numbers but by colours – fill in the lines, do what I could with your work to guide me . How bloody hard was that?
Tears streaming down my cheeks, blotting out the picture before me, trying to hold back the sobs that wanted to escape the confines of my heart. The wood had become even rougher in those 13 years of seasons, I would apply the paint only to have only half of each stroke adhere. I cursed the surface wondering if you were laughing at getting your own back. It took many mornings – it wasn’t the heat or the job itself which took so long it was the dealing with the raw emotions that attacked me as I worked. I could only stand up to that emotional maelstrom for so long.
Then came the bigger problem- the lake and rocks which had disappeared totally from the one side. How the hell was I going to paint rocks, waves , spray and the changing colours of the lake? I am not an artist, as I said . I went to the internet, pulled up “how to paint rocks and water”. I took a deep breath and began terrified I would mess the whole thing up. It doesn’t look too bad although I am sure you would be shaking your head at my endeavours .
The shed had turned for the most part a deep grey, rather than trying to power wash and bring it back we have decided to stain. And so two little boys were drafted to help stain “Uncle Chris’ Lighthouse Shed”
It became a “family affair” with your dad staining the “higher up” sections.
We ran out of paint- the old wood soaked up the stain- more was going to have to be applied, another day-
A trip over to Nog’s, where Nana had some chocolates and a chance to feed your fish. We love you Chris – not forgotten as life continues to weather us.