What's even more lame? The bureaucracy of our streets department. Several days ago (when I noticed the signs) I had called the streets department to see what kind of "scheduled street work" was supposed to happen. I live on the 1100 block of S. 46th. After several attempts (6 different phone numbers with transferring in each and 45 minutes later), I was not much closer in figuring out what was going to happen. I was given the phone number of the contractor, and left a message with them. No response. I emailed the streets department and I am not holding my breath for a quick response from them either.
The biggest issue I have is the stapling to the trees! It is illegal and the contractor should be fined for each tree! I have taken pictures of at least 4 trees and plan on sending them to whoever will listen. I did take down the one sign (in front of my own house yesterday) stapled to innocent tree! I am a tree tender and am horrified that these contractors get away with disobeying the law, especially when I know they can do it correctly. I also took a picture of a stake in the ground with the sign on it. Twine is also a good substitute to post on a tree without the use of staples or nails. The signs already have pre-punched out holes for that reason! Disgusted at unneeded work (IMO our block was fine- no pot holes or even cracks), Dan Myers On 6/4/07, Ross Bender <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
On 6/4/07, Margie Politzer <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > My block was done last week. I thought that the continuous honking was > the > tow truck coming through warning everyone (twice). I only heard the > honking > when they started (6 am). I thought the continuous honking was the wankers flying south for the summer. If anyone wants a pleasant break from the rigors of reading this list and finding a parking spot, let me suggest going down to Ritz at the Bourse to see "Paris, Je T'aime". It begins with a little vignette where the dude is driving around and around Montmartre trying to find a parking space. The other wouldbe parkers are remarkably polite - surprising they don't just haul out the heavy artillery and say it with shotguns like they do in New York. Anyway the dude finally finds a parking spot and is sitting there pondering his unhappy middleaged life when a mysterious woman faints beside his car. It goes on from there. -- Ross Bender http://rossbender.org/mqrtoc.html
-- to the power of breathing, Dan Myers Intuitive Masseur 215.901.0899
