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September 3, 2009

demented cement

photo posted from my iPhone
The City of SF baby, is going around The Mission (at least) and marking the sidewalk with a series of color-coded dots that indicate who is liable for the immediate repair of cracked sidewalk squares.

The yellow dots indicate the city will repair a junction box that is a tripping hazard or otherwise damaged, the gray dots show where the property owner is liable. I went out this morning to bid a job for a homeowner and the Comcast cable guy was there.

“We’re getting a lot of fines lately for that kind of stuff, the City is broke and they’re just looking for money,” he said. The City gives the homeowner a bid to do the work, so they are “creating work” in the most direct sense. They also charge , I’m told, $1600 for a permit to divert foot traffic around a torn up sidewalk in such a way that it is wheelchair compliant, while the work is done.

Once in a while, it is a pleasure to be a renter.

1 Comment

  1. hey, Cowpoke, you gonna be around this weekend? I got three L.A. hippies who want to sleep on your floor. Hope that works for you. But I gotta know if you are there or else where you hide the front door key. Otherwise we’re gonna break into that fucking box truck of yours had have an all night rave. (one of the gypsies is a DJ.)
    Jon seems to be too good to return my messages so if anyone knows this shiftless scofflaw then tell me if he is going to be around S.f. this weekend.

    Comment by oggy — September 3, 2009 @ 11:03 am

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