Well for one recently fired police sergeant in the Southampton Village Police Department it gets boiled down to dirty politics, incestuous relationships and incompetent leadership. For others its overtime pay on movie sets, $60,000.00 interest free loans from the mayor’s boss and fatherin- law, security side work at Bridgehampton POLO while on duty in Southampton Village and stock options in PVNX.PK Pure Vanilla Exchange. Great for some, not so great for others.
Like a generously lubricated turkey thermometer, spring has finally sprung–and not a moment too soon.While winter is as good a season as any for getting sociably snookered, the Winter drunk comes with a heavy price for all. I’m speaking, of course, of the cruel ennui brought upon us by daylight savings time and the glut of C list holidays.
Lower Manhattan’s political scene is heating up in anticipation of filling spots for term limited (along with other limitations) City Council members. In 2009, along with Mayor, Public Advocate, and Comptroller, there will be openings for our local City Council seats (now held by Christine Quinn and Alan J. Gerson).
It’s a SoHo battle royale. The controversy over the new Trump Building that “The Donald” and co-developers The Bayrock Group and Sapir Organization intend on erecting has ignited an uproar heard across West Broadway. The hubbub in many ways is the same as it has been for years. “There goes the neighborhood, again!” But the trouble this time runs deeper; with more at stake than just ugly architecture, this could rupture the identity of SoHo for good.
South of 15th Street and west of Hudson lies New York’s famed Meatpacking District. For decades, by day, it has been true to its name- a blue-collar industrial ‘hood where meat and poultry were slaughtered, processed, packaged, and sold. By night the neighborhood, with its uninhabited buildings and un-policed streets, was infamous for having housed the likes of the “morally un-obliged.” Gays, leatherheads, transsexuals, and in general the sexually deviant claimed the cobblestone as their nocturnal freedom land. It was gritty.