A Buncha Rigamarole

THE PRE-“DUPLEX BILL” EYESORE pictured below, which has been honored with at least one stop work order that we know of, continues along its excrutiatingly slow path to completion, all the while maintaining a perpetually trashed landscape. There was a construction dumpster on site months ago, but its owners picked it up — dumping its contents in the yard as an apparent parting gift to the developer (or was it the builder? Who cares). Newsflash: As we go to press, the dumpster has reappeared! Meanwhile, the huge pile of dirt on the lower left of the Photograph #1 blocks a stormwater culvert, which is super cool, because when it rains all the loose trash in the yard is washed onto the street, along with mud. The neighbors on either side of this wondrous, steaming pile of whatever should be awarded medals. Not for putting up with plumbers working at midnight to avoid the codes guys, nor for dealing with laborers making trails through their yards because the zero lot-line property doesn’t allow for access to the back; no, they deserve medals for not burning the thing to ground. Anyway, this is the poster child for why residential developers have a bad name. Which sucks, because they’re really not all bad.
     It’s really easy to understand, and it goes like this: treating the residents in the area around your construction project with respect, keeping the site clean, keeping disruptions to a mininum, and communicating = Being neighborly