Lincoln Place: TENT CITY REPORT
By C.V.
Beck
On Friday October 13th, we had a
fabulous double rainbow over Frieda’s at Lincoln Place and simultaneously,
to the west, an incredible sunset of pinks and blues with almost black storm
clouds. I hope some proud Venetian took some pictures...
On another day, I went out to look at the
flowers in the front “quad” as I do almost every morning. A small
child, on her first 2 wheeler-- with training wheels, came whizzing by--
enjoying the quad, as we do here at Lincoln Place. I waved to her mother, who
did not seem to see me (didn’t you know that rentmonkeys are transparent?)
and she did not respond. The little girl came around again, making a loop,
enjoying the green/open space that we have here Lincoln Placewise, and I waved
at them again. The mother finally waved back at me and they went on their way.
It was a breath of fresh air to see other living people here in the
“gulag”--even if they were just passing through-- enjoying what is
likely to be taken away from us shortly.
Later, the pharmacy guy came to give
me my medicines and he commented how like a “Ghost Town” it is here.
I replied that for us, it was like the “Twilight Zone” and he stated
he hoped we would win in our legal efforts. I thanked him for being even
remotely interested in our plight and he went away. Once again...it was like
the “Twilight Zone”! (But we have lots of parking, while the rest of
the town has almost none...how very odd, how “Twilight
Zone-like”).
We, the rentzombies
of Lincoln Place, very attentively await our day(s) in court and the hoped for
justice in the daffy/goofy/zany/ditzy City of the Angels, with our
overly-ambitious mayor and his sycophantic staff careening recklessly into the
twenty-first century and world-class/world/crassness, infrastructurally totally
unprepared for what the city and it’s thoughtless, planless, blinded by
greed and selfishness; are trying to do...in the new and improved newfangled
version of the old shell-game, same-o-same-o.(I’m not including Bill
Rosendahl in this complaint...he is working very hard for his
constituents).
Last Wednesday, a
redheaded woman on a bicycle came up to us, opened her Peruvian-style bag and
brought out 4 pints of Haagen-Daz...chocolate, vanilla bean, chocolate chip and
strawberry cheesecake plus napkins and spoons. She thanked us for what we are
doing here at Tent City and pedaled away. That was
nice.
By the time you read this, we
will have had our hearing on AIMCO’s motion for summary judgment which was
held on October 30th in the Santa Monica courthouse. Judge Patricia Collins has
taken it under submission and now we are waiting on the judge’s ruling as
to whether or not we will be proceeding to trial on the substantive issues; or
to an appeal and simultaneously will be awaiting the sheriff’s lockouts.
Happy Halloween from AIMCO...what’s next for Venice from the Denver cowboy
landlord?
This Wednesday, the first of
November, may be our last Tent City...or depending on the courts, maybe not.
(See crystal ball, below).
Posted: Wed - November 1, 2006 at 06:39 PM