A letter was slipped under my door the other day from the board that I left in despair last November.
Even before the letter reached some shareholders, what was presumed to be the board’s decision on closing this year’s budget gap caused a brouhaha that even found its way to Facebook. (“Brouhaha” may be the funniest word in the English language, no pun in intended. Well, maybe.)
Given that my building on Manhattan’s Upper West Side is of modest size, the level vituperation among individuals who inevitably will pass in the lobby and meet in an elevator would astonish me if I didn’t know too much about co-op politics.
Came the first email from a neighbor: (more…)