- Published on Wednesday, 27 May 2015 21:34
I don’t know about you but I’m seeing an awful lot of “For Sale” and “For Rent” signs. In my hood, it seems as if the entire block is constantly “For Rent.” Heck, I’ve had a new next door neighbor every month in one rather pricey apartment.
From the renters, I hear that they are paying too much to put up with the crap in Center Square and from the “Sellers” I’m hearing that they are tired of paying sky high taxes and getting minimal return. I don’t know what all the chatter is about, I mean, don’t my neighbors enjoy the squatters drinking booze all night as they party and snooze on the stoop of the seemingly abandoned 261 State Street.
Like the renters and homeowners, these squatters migrate to the area that is the most comfortable for them. No high taxes, entertainment a-plenty, the food pantry is to the church at the right and the soup kitchen is across the street. Oh, the pleasure of being serenaded by a pack of Albany’s bums every morning. The yelping, back slapping and singing (some have even brought musical instruments) fills my senses with the joy of living in a “most desirable” neighborhood…and today the boys even had their female “groupies” with them awaiting the soup kitchen’s opening.
My block seems to be in the midst of hosting one of the largest and happiest growing population of bums…and now they seem to have nesting partners. Oh, the joy of bum parenthood…right there on the sidewalk with a little crack toast to celebrate.
As if my homeless neighbors aren’t intriguing enough, a daily walk at State and Lark leads me to ponder the fate of the long abandoned and soon to be abandoned businesses. An powerful anchor of Lark Street, John DeJohn’s restaurants shame the neighborhood as they hit the foreclosure auction block. DeJohn, always at the ready for neighborhood events and fundraising, was slapped down by the neighborhood progs who enjoyed the food and entertainment…but wanted DeJohn to shut the place down after their “senior” hours.
Interestingly those same progs complaining about all the “traffic” and “noise” they claimed was generated solely by DeJohn’s establishments began their online complaining about smashed windows, midnight graffiti, roving teens destroying decorative displays which flourished with the demise of the Lark Street night life. Now they are plotting to lure some “good” business into the buildings DeJohn had productively occupied for so many years until the progs railroaded him out of town. I ask my whining neighbors…if you want to what’s wrong with this hood…look in the mirror.
John, and a whole bunch of other business types are evacuating the declining population of Center Square…the one building being erected has stalled multiple times and has dragged into a multi-year stall. I’m betting they are fed up with selective restrictions in Albany.
John DeJohn, with his departure from Albany’s former “hot spots,” seems to have the right idea. Perhaps my readers can tell me…why would anyone, other than the homeless, chose to live in Albany?
And, if this isn’t enough to scare any potential homeowners out of Albany real estate, check out this google pic I found while checking out a Craigslist rental.
(There is actually a kid standing in my cropped picture...right there "where the sidewalk ends. I'll try to fix it as time permits.)