Laundry room leaky and terrifying
After reading “When does free cost too much?” (Letter, T&V) last week, I thought, those are my feelings, too.
Soon after a flyer was sent around, proclaiming that the basement is now open (how can that be, it has not been completely renovated) and there were old washer/dryers to be used without cost, I ventured downstairs to have a look. Shock set in immediately as the elevator doors opened to the basement. It looked like a dungeon, a place for punishment, not a venue for people to enter.
I spent two minutes looking around and quickly headed back to the elevator. Two days later, I went to one of the buildings where we had access to for many months, to do a laundry. My card would not allow me to get into the laundry room. When I exited the building, two security officers were outside, and I asked them why my card no longer worked. They called their office and informed me that now that I had free machines and dryers in my building, and I no longer could use the other laundry rooms.
Not having much choice, I decided to do a test run in my building with a small bag of rags. Again, I went downstairs, and when the elevator opened, there was a large puddle of water in front of me, and another one to the left near the stairwell. I skirted around the puddle and nervously entered the so-called laundry room. There was a terrible odor. The first machine did not work at all. The second one worked, but when I placed a very small load into the dryer, thirty minutes later, it was still wet.
I felt very uncomfortable being in the basement because of the eerie quality with unfinished walls, dirtier than normal conditions, and a total lack of security.
However, even if there were a team of security people lined up to protect me, I will not go there again until it is completely renovated. No one should have to be subjected to such terrible conditions.
Name withheld, PCV
Movie theater memories
Re: Looking Ahead column, “Irving Plaza and Fillmore East concert memories,” T&V, June 27
I read this article and smiled; not because I can’t imagine Mr. Dobelis at a Fillmore show. But because he mentioned that prior to that it was a Jewish theater and before that a Ukrainian Hall. The theater opened in 1926 as the Loews Commodore. And, according to papers found in the Lauinger Library at Georgetown University, Judge Robert F. Wagner’s campaign movies for U.S. Senate in 1926 were shown there. My grandfather, Maurice Bloch, managed the campaign. Accordingly, I don’t know which is harder to fathom today: the fact that political campaign films were screened at the Fillmore East, or the fact that these films were shown in 139 theaters in Manhattan alone!
Billy Sternberg, ST
Crimes against nature
What happened to all the beautiful plants and shrubs that CompassRock recently removed from the Oval? Were they pulled from their roots and destroyed? Why were they not planted elsewhere on the vast areas of the property that have been without shrubs and plants for the past few years?
Pulling living plants from their roots and casting them aside as garbage is a crime against nature, and is also a waste of our money.
There are hundreds of plants scattered throughout the property that have been stored in their original pots since early spring. Many of these plants appear to be dying.
Leaving plants in pots over long periods of time can cause the plant’s roots to become pot bound. These plants appear to receive no additional water other than rain. CompassRock should be more environmentally responsible.
Name Withheld, ST
Grownups not allowed
In 1948, my parents and I moved into a spacious two-bedroom apartment in Stuyvesant Town that cost $65 a month. Our apartment had a great view of the East River and the construction of what would become Playground 4.
I spent many happy hours on the swings there. Even into my 30s, I’d go for the occasional swing there (and in Murphy’s Park). I love swings. Now, if I visited my cousins who live in Stuyvesant Town, I wouldn’t be allowed to go for a swing in my beloved Playground 4 (presuming they still have swings) unless I was accompanied by a child between the ages of 2-12. Don’t you just love “progress?”
P.S. Dear Mr. Hagedorn,
If I wrote praising every one of your columns I enjoyed, I’d be writing to you every issue.