Hollywood is a place of extremes, so it’s really tough to figure out who the absolute worst neighbor is. But we may have finally succeeded. At the same time, I kind of like the guy.
He’s the son of a former beer salesman. How he got the money to buy four mansions in the Hollywood Hills and connect them into one giant home is amazing. Even comprehending it is way above my pay grade.
But his neighbors have filed 95 police complaints against his partying. He’d be glad to sell to anyone who has 50 million dollars to throw around. But his home is fabulous, and he rents it out for hip hop parties that apparently have to be seen to be believed.
Last night while watching PBS I heard an incredible quote: “If you’re on the right side of history you can make incredible things happen.”
Whew! That goes right to the heart of what those of us in this movement are trying to accomplish. And I think we really are on the right side of history. Homeowners are finally waking up. They’re discovering the fundamental corruption that infests Homeowners Associations, Condo Associations and Property Owners Associations. They’re contacting the news media. And reporters are beginning to dig deeply into the national Homeowners Association scam.
Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me. Aretha Franklin may be the greatest female jazz/blues artist in history but her Homeowners Association wants their money. And there’s nothing they RESPECT about her. Franklin admittedly has a poor record of paying her bills. And her condo association neighbors are now going after her for $11,000 in unpaid dues.
The Hills of Lone Pine Homeowners Association is trying to foreclose on her condo. Hopefully, this one will settle properly for all those concerned. But I’d hate to run up against the kind of lawyers she has access to.
Regular readers of this blog know how I despise the idea of putting police radar guns in the hands of average citizens. I dislike them for a number of reasons, technological and legal.
I actually ‘possessed’ a radar gun for a short time back in 1977. It was ‘loaned’ to me by a friend in the Denver Police traffic division who promptly forgot that the ‘loan’ was for only a weekend. I ended up keeping it for eight weeks. My friend was curious about some weird readings he kept getting from the radar gun even when it was properly tuned and he wondered if I could enlist some electronics experts to sort it all out
