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Friday, December 31, 2010
Restaurant in NoMi?
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The I.I. |
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
1st Up: Would You Like Another Restaurant in NoMi?
One of the biggest complaints amongst the locals is the lack of amenities. Indeed, I agree 100% with this sentiment. It seems like we don’t have any decent sit down restaurants along the Broadway corridor. Don’t get me wrong, we do have restaurants; it just so happens all they show case is grease and fat, and they’re essentially just fast food.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we had a place like Buon Giorno on Broadway? I can see a decent lunch crowd coming from the new school headquarters. Not to mention it’s a chance for us locals to spend some money near home. Besides, with the conspiracy like closing of bridges leading to Northeast; it’s become such a pain in the ass to get over to the other side of the river anyway. That’s all the more reason for us to do our own thing.
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| All fresh ingredients. |
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| They make it right in front of you and its ready in 5 minutes. |
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| Delicious! |
I’m thinking of dumping my corporate IT career in favor of starting my own restaurant. It’s been an idea I’ve been kicking around for a while now. The question is, would you eat at a place like Buon Giorno if there was a North Minneapolis variant on the Broadway corridor?
Jerk Du Jour: The Longfellow Grill
I went out for breakfast with my grandmother today. We wanted to try the Longfellow Grill; oh my God was that mistake. Here’s what happened.
Upon arrival, we had to wait twenty minutes before being seated. Ok, not a problem, busy restaurants have a wait. Once seated, it took about ten minutes before our server came. We ordered coffee and water. Another fifteen minutes elapsed before he was back with our beverages.
Grandma ordered the Fruit Sundae; which is essentially yogurt, granola, and fruit. I ordered the Meatloaf Hash and Eggs. Almost an hour elapsed by the time our food arrived. Our server only followed up with us once during the whole time. When I asked him how long, I got some vague and nebulous answer about how busy they were.
Finally, our food arrived! Grandma’s breakfast was literally something one could whip up in three minutes, so I don’t understand why that took so long. My dish was meat, potatoes, and eggs. It had a béarnaise sauce on it, but c’mon, that takes like five minutes to make. We never figured out the mystery of the long wait. The dish had an English muffin with it instead of the Sourdough bread I ordered. And to make things worse, there wasn’t any jam to spread…
I started to eat my food, it was disgusting. The meatloaf was soggy, the potatoes were raw—hard as hockey pucks—and the béarnaise sauce had nutmeg and all spice in it, and the scrambled eggs were under cooked. Seriously, how can you fuck up meat, eggs, and potatoes?
After several bites I stopped. This was inedible. Within minutes the cement-mixer in my stomach started to churn. The server came back about a half hour later, and I told him what I thought about the food. He asked if I wanted more coffee, I said no, but he poured me more anyway. He took our dishes away, and we left the restaurant; not for being full, but because of loss of appetite.
Good food isn’t something you can take for granted. And it seems to me that there’s this bullshit fad that’s taking over the Twin Cities, where food is made in this wiz-bang style of goofy sauces and bizarre seasonings that equate to nastiness. Chefs are lining up to copycat Wylie Dufresne and WD-50. There’s a little problem with that though… Froth of Foie Gras, Citrus Goat Cheese, Raspberry Demi Glace, and Sous Vide Salmon: might sound like dynamite on a menu, but if the food tastes like shit, or worse, it makes customers sick, it doesn’t much matter.
Irving Inquisition will be adding a restaurant critic section to this blog… In the mean time, a big fuck you goes to the Longfellow grill for almost sending me to the emergency room!
Longfellow Grill… Today’s Jerk Du Jour.
Say Goodbye to the Rapist Village
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
Say Goodbye to the Rapist Village
Earlier this month, notices were posted at 3008/10 Emerson Avenue North. This duplex was home to the infamous youth camp child molester, John Fulkerson, and the burglarizing rapist, Edgar Lenear.
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| The Rapist Village at 3008/10 Emerson Avenue North. |
Alas, their habitation of said property was illegal due to lack of maintenance and code compliance. The notice states that these two dregs of society must be out by January 1st, 2011!
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| Photo provided by the Hawthorne Hawkman at NxNS. |
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| Photo provided by the Hawthorne Hawkman at NxNS. |
Outstanding!! Scratch two level three sex offenders! This victory could be undone of course should another local slumlord welcome these guys in to one of their crack shacks. (Don’t even think about it Meldah, Reitman, Khan, or Moghul)
From all of us here in North Minneapolis I just want to take this opportunity to say… Y’all DON’T come back now! Ya’hear? Have a happy new year and get the fuck out!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Steven Meldahl Makes a Decision
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
Steven Meldahl Makes a Decision
A meeting had been scheduled with slumlord, Steven Meldahl, to discuss the matter of his verbose list of violations pertaining to his investment properties. These violations range from causing urban blight, tax evasion, and unpaid municipal fines, some of these fines date back to times before Bill Clinton was elected President. Suffice it to say, there’s a lot to talk about. Some people, that happen to be a lot kinder, gentler, and certainly more forgiving than myself, wanted an opportunity to have a reasonable discussion with this man.
The meeting had been scheduled to take place on December 21st. The day before, Meldahl made the decision to not face the music and said this in his cancellation e-mail.
"Nothing ever gets accomplished at "community meetings". Having owned a few businesses that dealt with the public at large over the last 40 years, I have found that the only way things get accomplished is meeting with a small select group of people who are in a position to make changes and lead others. Community meetings are for the most part for politicians to stump for an agenda or gather votes with the public." - Steven Meldahl
In your life you make decisions every day. There are no do-overs, no second chances if you screw things up the first time. You have to live with the decisions you make, and in the end you are those decisions.
A spiritual person might say that Steven Meldahl will be judged by a higher power. However, since I’m not of that persuasion I’ll just say that history will have to make its own judgments. And since our history’s first draft of tribulations like these are chronicled in local blogs like the Irving Inquisition, it’s more important than ever to keep writing about documenting the actions taken by white collar criminals like Steven Meldahl.
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| Minneapolis Slumlord, Steven Meldahl |
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
3-1-1 Holidays
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
1st Up: RLG’s Gift That Keeps on Giving
Navigating the pond area of Jordan neighborhood can be a little tricky because the north / south bound streets suddenly stop and veer off in other directions unexpectedly—that’s if you aren’t expecting them to veer off because you don’t drive down them very often—making an unsuspecting motorist drive in directions that can lead to what we in the wilderness refer to as “being lost”.
To avoid said hassles of veering off and all that bullshit, this blogger prefers to trail blaze the North Minneapolis Winter Wonderland—the wonder part is why do I still live in this God forsaken arctic climate—by driving through the alleys. One can see the true under belly of a neighborhood by using the alleys.
Let’s take 2929 Knox and 2922 Logan for example. Looks like some kid went through here and tagged the garages. Thanks “RLG” for demonstrating that you have a 1st grader’s grasp of the English alphabet. Gosh, we’re all really impressed over here. Let’s see here, how do we deal with this problem?... Oh yes! 311 it away! Fa-la-la-lah-lah-la-la-la-lah!!!!! Word on the Strasse is that this graffiti has been defacing these structures for at least six months. Too bad I only found out about this just now.
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| Hi Mom! Look, I can spray paint my initials! |
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| You have my permission to beat this thuggling-wanna-be-artist up. |
Right! Let me show you how to deal with it. You don’t even have to call 311, just e-mail them.
1. Compose an e-mail in any messaging you’ve got
2. Subject: 311 Request for XXXX Avenue North
3. Attach your photo, a good picture says a thousand words
4. Key in the body of the message, make it all business “Litter on the boulevard”, “Graffiti on the garage”, “Trash is over-flowing”, “Broken side window”, etc…
5. Then send the message to minneapolis311@ci.minneapolis.mn.us
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| I use G-mail from the computer or iPhone to 311 violations. |
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| The city responded within minutes. Now I have a digital record. |
Now that part is done, let’s talk about the RLG for a minute. If somebody catches up with this thug, feel free to take pictures of him doing his thing and post them on the internet for all to see. Or you could bloody his nose a bit… Just say’n.
Jerk Du Jour: The Garbage Kings Next Door
As confident that I am the sun will always set in the west, so will the waste management issues persist at 2207 Irving Avenue North. These guys NEVER recycle. Freaking never! Look at those massive plastic water cooler jugs, the fans, and the cardboard boxes. All of that is recycling material.
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| 2207 Irving Avenue North; home of the anti-recycling movement! |
Dished up Christmas Dinner NoMi style!
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
Dished up Christmas Dinner NoMi style!
If the holidays are good for anything more than quality time spent amongst loved ones and exchanging gifts, it’s definitely got to be the food.
Elements from the famed, local, North Minneapolis Rat Pack got together for dinner and celebration. This blogger considers himself to be somewhat talented in the culinary realm and took it upon himself to be chef for the evening.
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| Comfort food; not exactly traditional Christmas fair, but who cares? |
The menu consisted of homemade Buffalo wings, twice baked potatoes, and collard greens. So basically this dinner was Idaho meets Mississippi, and then meets Upstate New York. Everything on the plate pictured above was super tasty, here’s a crash course on how to make the potatoes.
Twice Baked Potatoes
Ingredients:
- 5 potatoes
- 1 small container of sour cream
- 6 slices of bacon
- 1 cup of chopped chives or green onions
- 2 cups of shredded cheddar cheese
- 1 stick of melted butter
Directions:
- Wash potatoes and wrap in aluminum foil
- Preheat oven to 400 and bake potatoes for 75 minutes
- Place strips of bacon onto a baking pan, lengthwise, and bake for 20-25 minutes or until crispy
- Remove bacon from the oven, drain grease
- Crumble bacon and place into a large mixing bowl
- Remove potatoes, remove aluminum and slice into halves
- Using a spoon, scoop out the flesh of the potatoes into the bowl
- Add sour cream to the mixture
- Add shredded cheese to the mixture
- Add butter to the mixture
- Add chives to the mixture
- Add salt and pepper to the mixture
- Using a masher, mash all the ingredients until thoroughly mashed
- Stir the mixture in the bowl until you’ve got that “to die for” consistency
- Spoon the potato mixture back into the skins
- Place the loaded skins onto a tray and bake at 400 degrees for approximately 20 minutes or until golden brown
Friggin’ delicious! No nutritional value what so ever, but hey, it’s the holidays so eat up!
Friday, December 24, 2010
The Video Game Pass Time
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
1st Up: The Video Game Pass Time
How did they do it back in the olden days? How does one live without video / computer games? I suppose one could ask a baby-boomer… Hey you! Yeah you! How did you pass the time when it was cold and snowy outside with no tech? I suppose the answer would have a reference to books or MASH… Maybe Boathead or Captain Barbossa might comment on this; I know they’re older dudes. How did you guys do it?
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| Wii Tennis... so much fun! |
Several times in this winter, I’ve found myself hanging out with my friends at the Hillside Chronicles playing Nintendo Wii for hours and hours. The game of choice is Tennis in Wii Sports. I usually lose—but not always—thanks to HC’s extended use of a shit pattern that involves a hard angled forehand return to my serve. He methodically executes this maneuver as my AI controlled players are running the opposite direction. There’s nothing I can do. My guys run the wrong way, HC fires the angle shot, and I can’t return the volley. Shit! Ah but I have a shit pattern of my own, so all is not lost. I’ve figured out how to execute an overhand serve that goes so fast it leaves a smoke trail. By the time HC swings it’s too late. The ball has passed him by or he hits it out of bounds.
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| Almost as good as Wimbledon. |
Anyway, playing video games with friends or alone is proving to be a great escape to the great winter of 2010-2011. Of course, there are risks to playing these fun games… Unfortunately, the resurrection of old habits is a risk.
Jerk Du Jour: Star Trek Online
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| Like Crack, good thing Nemo Brown didn't sell this game. |
This game is addictive… I am trying to quit, but I just can’t help myself. Just one more mission; I’m almost done, really… I’ve got to save the colonists of Omicron Ceti IV from the rampaging Romulans, killing everyone they cross paths with.
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| The game actually looks like this. |
Of course, by the time that “one more mission” is done, it’s been more like five or six missions and its 1am. Nice. To make matters worse, this game is an MMO, a Massive Multiplayer Online game. So you wind up teaming with or fighting against other people. That’s just way too much fun. But let’s not forget that this game satiates every science fiction nerd’s childhood fantasy. You get to be captain of your own starship. How cool is that?
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| Everybody likes to shoot the bad guys. |
I had spent about three months being addicted to this game when it first came out in the beginning of the year. Fortunately, it became tedious due to repetition, and I kicked the Star Trek habit. Unfortunately, Minnesota weather sucks like a Hoover. The weather is too shitty to go 311 the crap out of every violation or take pictures of thugs committing crimes. It becomes real easy to curl up with that cool MMO computer game and let it take your life away. Once that happens you can forget about; friends, dating, house chores, eating right, getting a good night’s sleep, or doing laundry. None of it matters anymore.
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| Space combat; actual graphics from the game. |
Thank goodness for having a lot of interesting things in life fall into place all at once. I can kick the Star Trek habit because of it… Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go play Star Trek Online.
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| To boldly play computer games all night long... |
Monday, December 20, 2010
Derrick Lowe Comes Through in the Clutch!
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
Derrick Lowe Comes Through in the Clutch!
Once again Derrick comes through to stop the snow from piling up! Same scenario as I mentioned when I talked about Derrick a few days ago. Stuck at work, had a bunch of things to do, traffic was going to be miserable… You guys know the drill; it seems to be happening with some frequency these days.
Lowe came through and took care of everything. Just check out how drivable my driveway is! He even sanded it for me.
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| Outstanding work gentlemen! |
Pictured below; Derrick and side-kick, Jeremy. If you would like to hire Derrick for some blitz-shoveling snow removal, send an e-mail to irvinginquisition@gmail.com and I’ll give you his contact information.
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| Derrick and Jeremy: hire these guys |
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Blood Feathers
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
1st Up: Blood Feathers
Keeping companion pets is a major part of our life experiences. One could say that its part of the human condition. This blogger is no exception to that, but instead of keeping cats or dogs I have parrots.
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| This is Dylan, my Congo African Gray parrot. Yes, he talks... (sigh) |
Parrots make great pets for the right people. Don’t speculate on what that means. The right people are the kind of pet owners that are willing to actually share their lives with their companion pets. Simply put, a good parrot owner will not leave their birds locked in their cages all day. Captivity affects animals the same way as it does people; think about people in prison, not exactly the most pleasant individuals I can think of. There’s more to it than that. You get what you give; therefore feeding parrots a proper diet is expensive. The good thing about a proper diet and birds is they will be happier, docile, friendly, trainable, and in general exhibit behaviors that are generally positive. Parrots expect to be included in everything you do. That’s okay, that’s instinct, and the parrot owner is the flock leader. To give you an example, my parrot Dylan, is sitting on my shoulder right now as I compose this thread. That’s the lifestyle. On the other hand, I’ve trained my birds to crap on newspaper by my command. That sure beats having to take them outside, like a dog, especially when it’s cold outside.
Did I mention that parrots are expensive? Yes, everything about them is expensive. It’s not just the bird. It’s the bird, the cage, the food, the toys, and the occasional trip to the vet… That’s where I’m going with this.
I took Dylan to the vet the other day. He was suffering from the parrot equivalent to the human hangnail. One of his flight feathers was growing in all wrong. Imagine a bird feather where the shaft—like the stem of a leaf—was twice as long as it should be, twice as thick in diameter as normal, and ended in a stubby and warped looking feather. One day, Dylan had “broke” the feather and the base of it had been knocked out of place. Think of it like a rotator cuff injury or a bad sprain. Naturally, Dylan couldn’t tell me what was wrong. Although I’m sure he would if he could, he does talk. I tried to remove the broken feather myself. These things happen from time to time, and I’ve done it before. But this one was just out of my league. Therefore I put Dylan into the carrier and took him to Cedar Animal Hospital. I recorded part of our visit there for posterity, enjoy…
By the way, Dylan is feeling much better now.
Jerk Du Jour: Parrots as Carwash Mascots
Keep in mind all that stuff I said before about being a good parrot owner. A bird that’s been poor / imbalanced diet, or is exposed to too much stress, or is in general simply neglected will pluck themselves.
On top of that, birds aren’t generally friendly to strangers. It takes time to build trust. This too is instinct. Parrots are the prey species in their indigenous habitat. So why would you have an animal that’s not well suited to stranger contact be placed front and center of your retail establishment where gobs of traffic comes through?
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| Peanut the parrot at Paradise Car Wash. |
Anybody been out to the Mermaid on 394 & Louisiana? I used to stop in there for a car wash from time to time, plus it was on my way back from work. They had a blue and gold Macaw named Seaweed in there. Over the course of a couple of years I saw Seaweed maybe once a month. Then one day I went into the Mermaid and saw that Seaweed’s crop—looks like an Adam’s apple and stores food for regurgitation—was swollen and he looked frail and skinny. I asked what was wrong and they said something about a virus. At the time I didn’t know this, but a virus was a definite possibility.
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| Take a close look, Peanut chewed off his belly feathers. |
The symptom known as Sour Crop, can come in a viral form, or be a fungal infection, or a bacterial infection. It usually ties into something the bird ingested. So let me see here… You’ve got a sick bird being exposed to the public as your mascot… Oh yeah, the public is exposed to a sick bird… Brilliant business model I tell ya! Brilliant!
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| Keep preening Peanut... Soon there won't be any feathers left to annoy you. |
I went back a couple months later, and there was a different blue & gold Macaw on the perch at the Mermaid. When I asked the cashier what happened to Seaweed, they told me this bird was Seaweed. C’mon dumbass, the parrot that looked like Elizabeth Edwards in her final days. They informed me that the previous Seaweed had been “retired”. Is that what they call it? Considering that the normal life span of a Macaw is about 50 years or more, I found the word “retired” difficult to buy. Obviously the bird died.
Sour Crop is treatable… You have to take care of it right away. Anybody who knows anything about parrots that has any sense of dignity and respect for the animal in question would tell you that removing a sick bird from an environment like that is mandatory, and should be done immediately. Hey Mermaid, good luck with Seaweed Junior. Try not to kill this one too soon, okay?
I can’t poo-poo Mermaid too much though… Paradise Car Wash is guilty of the same shenanigans. Peanut the Green Wing Macaw resides it this car wash. I couldn’t help but notice that Peanut’s belly feathers were shredded to hell. How do you fix that? Let’s see here… Feed better diet, get some decent toys, and remove from stress. “Uh huh, garsh Mr. I.I. how do I do that?” Well, instead of going full retard and letting the situation get worse; just take the damn bird home.
You don’t have parrots mascots in a loud, high traffic, germ infested, litigant happy public for the same reason you don’t have cats or dogs in that environment? Can you imagine a car wash sign that says; Felix the Cat says, “You should get your undercarriage cleaned with the King Kitty Wash.” Cats hate water… Or how about; Tongo the Schnauzer says, “You should get X detail job to get rid of pet stains from the back seat.” Coincidentally, I had a dog that shit in the back seat once.
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| Squawk!! |
Ok, keep the parrot mascots. Just wait until some high society Edina soccer mom shows up to have her Land Rover Discover washed. Little Tanner, the curious 7 year old, sticks his hands in Peanut’s face. “Snap!!” An index finger gets cleaved in half, blood sprays out at 30psi, the child screams at a pitch so high that glass shatters, Edina Soccer mom frantically shouts, screams, and cries, and Emily—the now traumatized cashier—cowers in the corner. This was only supposed to be a summer vacation job, not the opening scene for an episode of House. Eventually things die down. A lawsuit ensues; lawyers have a field day, and guess what…. They decide that the parrot has to get put down. (I’m borrowing this from the Tiger at the Como Zoo) But seriously, it could happen.
I’m just say’n… Dumbasses.
Broken Dreams at 3725 Penn
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
Broken Dreams at 3725 Penn
This is kind of a personal story. At the end 2008 I decided that this mortgage crisis we were living in could be turned around and become something that an enterprising entrepreneur could take advantage of. I wanted to get into the business of investment property ownership.
The plan would be to purchase a property nearby, that way I could keep very close tabs on it. I had some money for a down payment put aside, and so I got started with my search. That’s when I stumbled on to 3725 Penn.
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| 3725 Penn Avenue North in 2008... Isn't this one a cutie? |
3725 Penn was like a dream come true. The previous owners had actually maintained it. While the mortgage crisis got the best of them, this four unit apartment building had escaped unscathed.
I toured each of the units. Hard wood floors in good shape, base boards, oak doors, lovely windows; this place was the result of excellent craftsmanship all around. The pleasant surprises continued, and a trek to the basement showed an immaculate room. Don’t get me wrong, it was still a basement, it was very clean, well kept, and the utilities were for the most part nominal. Three of the four boilers were relatively new, and all the hot water heaters looked relatively new. There were even some coin operated washers and dryers down there.
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| That is some sexy woodwork. |
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| Look how nice the floor is. |
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| I could totally live here. |
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| Solid oak French doors for the storage closet... Outstanding! |
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| This kitchen is pretty sweet. Yes, this is in North Minneapolis. Believe it! |
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| One old boiler on the left, but everything else is in place and ready to go. |
Enough of the foreplay, time to buy. 3725 Penn wasn’t just a diamond in the rough, it was a turn-key dream, ready to go. I even thought about moving into one of the units myself. The bank wanted $85,000 for it; I wanted it really bad, so I offered $90,000.
Unfortunately, there were four other offers on the table. Of course I didn’t find out until it was too late. The bank didn’t even bother to counter; they just went with the highest bidder that offered all cash—naturally. Fuck!!
So who bought 3725 Penn Avenue North? Greater Metro Housing Corporation was the big spender. The acronym is GMHC… Pronounced “gim-mick” for ease of speech; or perhaps ease of perception. Ok, at least I lost out to a starry-eyed firm that wants to “preserve, improve and increase affordable housing… blah blah blah”; you know all that St. Theresa stuff.
All of this business took place before I had gotten involved in my neighborhood. I didn’t know the crowd I know now, nor was I informed about who the movers and shakers are that pull the strings… I considered this to be a learning experience and moved on.
Fast forward to present day. I was on my way to Victory 44, I drove past 3725 Penn and I saw this! What the hell is this?
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| 3725 Penn Avenue North... Slummified by GMHC |
Morbid curiosity compelled me to approach the building. Oh my… Look what they’ve done to the place. They literally ripped out ALL of the windows. Frames, windows, doors; they were all gone. They even damaged the stucco.
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| Somebody should lose their job over this... Simply unacceptable. |
My heart sank. The sign said something about lead abatement on it, but that’s the biggest load of crap of a statement I’ve seen in months. I know, let’s ruin everything that’s nice about this place so that we can make it safe. So there’s a little bit of lead paint around the windows, big deal. Just make sure to keep your little guy from gnawing on the window sill. That’s it, problem solved.
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| This just breaks the heart... |
The bank may as well have sold this building to a known slumlord. At least then the slow wrenching death of character would be delivered by somebody that everybody actually wants to despise.
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| I'll bet GMHC made a killing on the salvage. Bauer Brothers anyone? |
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| Lead has been removed, ready to demolish at your command, sir. |
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| No shred of light to be permitted entry to this building. |
I have a question for GMHC… What the hell are you guys doing? I read your mission statement, and boarding up buildings and letting them sit there isn’t a part of it. This would appear to be the second instance—that I know of—where GMHC failed to properly manage a property on Penn Avenue. I expect an answer, so please reply from your domain’s e-mail address by sending to irvinginquisition@gmail.com. We don’t like slumlords in these here parts, so y’all better start talk’n. Do not post comments anonymously or in Open ID as GMHC; I'll post them, but comments like that will be dismissed as impostors.
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