The best thing about owning mobile home parks is that it gets me out of my echo chamber. The worst thing about owning mobile home parks? It gets me out of my echo chamber. Plenty of Trump voters are extraordinarily decent people. A few of their policy positions at the state level make a lot …
When I went to the doctor the other day, the assistant asked me a bunch of questions while I was waiting for the big guy to make his entrance. “Over the past seven days, did you feel unhappy – never, a little, sometimes, most of the time, all of the time?” Last week, we evicted …
See attached article, in Off Assignment. Newfies, Kerrymen, and auditors for the New York State Insurance Fund can click here, here or here. Judge Lynn R. Kotler, J.S.C. can click here.
This one does not concern mobile home park management per se. It does, however, concern greed, deception, fraud, and lame excuses. The broad outlines of the manufactured housing industry are never distant. In December of last year, my credit card number was stolen. A bunch of fraudulent charges were made on it, including a charge …
On a recent trip to the parks, I binge-listened to Season Two of Deep Cover: Mob Land, about the one-time Chicago criminal defense lawyer and fixer Bob Cooley. During the seventies and eighties, Cooley helped the Chicago Outfit bribe judges and fix cases. In March of 1986, Bob walked into the office of a federal prosecutor …
Last night, a call came in from a contractor named Adam who is doing some work on a home in my park in central New York while I was talking with my wife. I ignored it. After I finished speaking with the Boss, I noticed that he had not left a voice message, and so …
When Wall Street was in the shitter after 9-11, I worked at a celebrity divorce law firm for a few months. There, I acted as an advocate, fixer and therapist for some very rich people who had made stupid mistakes from the consequences of which they wanted us to help them hide. Our clients didn’t …
-I think lobotomies should be allowed in some cases. -Dad! -Really. -Like, who? -The guy who sucker-punched Mike. -He needs treatment. -Far away from Mike and the rest of his neighbors. -He is bipolar! -He is dangerous. That’s me and my son. He and his little sibling had just made a snarky reference to lobotomies. …
I recently read a novel called Fools Crow, written by James Welch in the mid-80s. I cannot recommend it highly enough. In the book, Welch tells the story of a young man who is a member of the Lone Eaters, a band of Blackfeet (called Pikuni in the book) in Montana territory some time between …
I have written about Mrs. Wilson before. She is the woman who winds up my dopamine motor, chains herself to trees and appears, like Schrodinger’s Cat, simultaneously in northern New York and Alabama. She refuses to speak with Mike, the manager in her park. Early yesterday, my phone farted and a text from Mrs. Wilson …