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Uh huh

Uh huh

NYC's new subway line seems to be missing a few workers: "The most expensive mile of subway track on earth" (NYT)

An accountant discovered the discrepancy while reviewing the budget for new train platforms under Grand Central Terminal in Manhattan.
The budget showed that 900 workers were being paid to dig caverns for the platforms as part of a 3.5-mile tunnel connecting the historic station to the Long Island Rail Road. But the accountant could only identify about 700 jobs that needed to be done, according to three project supervisors. Officials could not find any reason for the other 200 people to be there.
“Nobody knew what those people were doing, if they were doing anything,” said Michael Horodniceanu, who was then the head of construction at the Metropolitan Transportation Authority, which runs transit in New York. The workers were laid off, Mr. Horodniceanu said, but no one figured out how long they had been employed. “All we knew is they were each being paid about $1,000 every day.”
The discovery, which occurred in 2010 and was not disclosed to the public, illustrates one of the main issues that has helped lead to the increasing delays now tormenting millions of subway riders every day: The leaders entrusted to expand New York’s regional transit network have paid the highest construction costs in the world, spending billions of dollars that could have been used to fix existing subway tunnels, tracks, trains and signals.
The estimated cost of the Long Island Rail Road project, known as “East Side Access,” has ballooned to $12 billion, or nearly $3.5 billion for each new mile of track — seven times the average elsewhere in the world. The recently completed Second Avenue subway on Manhattan’s Upper East Side and the 2015 extension of the No. 7 line to Hudson Yards also cost far above average, at $2.5 billion and $1.5 billion per mile, respectively.
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So where's Peter Tesei? Ansonia's mayor is out operating a snow plow. Our leader's at home sniffing hot cocoa

But it's so werry cold out there!

But it's so werry cold out there!

And he's ordered Ansonia's Town Hall to open tomorrow at 8:30.

Ansonia Mayor David Cassetti was plowing snow in a city truck on East Main Street and a short time ago on Beaver Street. The mayor said the big issue has been people ignoring the city's parking ban which remains in effect until 6 p.m. Friday.
"We've had to tow at least 75 cars so far because they were illegally parked," the mayor said. "My goal is to get all these streets cleaned curb to curb. We can't do that if people don't move their cars."
He said City Hall will open Friday as usual from 8:30 a.m. to 1 p.m.
"We've got a lot of work to do in keeping this city moving forward," he said.

Well good for our citizens for defying the worrywarts in Town Hall, but really? Skating banned on the Mianus?

Danger, Will Robinson!

Danger, Will Robinson!

Townies are skating, fishing on the Mianus, despite what the town has decreed. Sheesh, when did this idiocy start? Yes, the Mianus has flowing water, and I'm sure it could be dangerous, but it's always been a premier skating location in town. My own memories stretch back at least to 1956, when I was three, pushing a kitchen stool ahead of me as I travelled the black ice up to Dumpling Pond Bridge (my father didn't believe in double-bladed training skates; he just grabbed a couple of kitchen stools to help us learn to balance), and mingling with hundreds of fellow skaters and even ice fishermen along the way. I think I remember a few incidents of people falling through the ice over the ensuing years, but those happened during the sketchy part of the season, and even then, so what? That shouldn't be the town's problem or responsibility, and certainly shouldn't be cause for banning skating during the winter.

Some stern town official is quoted in the Greenwich Time article as noting that the Mianus is a river, with flowing water, which can lead to weak ice. True enough, but the water in the canals of Amsterdam not only flows, it's brackish, yet people have skated those canals for hundreds of years.

I say, put up a sign, "skate at your own risk", and back off. 

Baby it's cold outside

Worth every penny

Worth every penny

Notwithstanding that that classic 1940s song has now been denounced by feminists as part of our "rape culture", the fact remains that it is cold outside, so I recommend this heated mattress pad. I originally purchased one for myself a year ago but was so impressed after using it for just a few days that I bought more; one for Pal Nancy, then two more for Sarah, in Colorado, and Kat (Portland, OR). Universally acclaimed.

The pad is different than an electric blanket, I suppose because it lies below, rather than above the sleeper, so there's no extra weight atop: toss a light duvet on the bed and you're good to go. That's a poor explanation, but I know that I've never liked electric blankets and have therefore eschewed them, while I can attest that all the women in my life are as happy with this product's luxuriant warmth as I am.

At least at Amazon, it seems you can't get one before Tuesday, but what with all our Global Cooling, I'm sure you'll still have plenty of time to enjoy this. 

(No, I haven't enrolled in an Amazon "link to product, win valuable coupons" program — I've just been impressed with this item the past two winters, and thought that some of you in colder climes might like it too.)

It would be nice if John Blankley just shut up and retired to his man cave

For what shall it profit a fund if it returns 7%, but loses its chance to invest in a Palestinian recycled solar panel factory?

For what shall it profit a fund if it returns 7%, but loses its chance to invest in a Palestinian recycled solar panel factory?

Former BET member and (still) current Demoncrat Mr. Blankley is considering a run for state Treasurer.

My first thought upon reading this news was to wish Mr. Blankley well — he's a personable fellow, and with experience working as a BP executive in Africa, he probably knows how to add and subtract, but then I read this: 

"I will also ensure that our fund management ... take(s) account of social, environmental and governance considerations in their investment and allocation decision-making.”

Our state pension funds, which the Treasurer oversees, are unfunded by billions of dollars, and the only hope taxpayers have to avoid bailing them out at the cost of personal bankruptcy is if the money in those funds begins to return at the projected rates or, better, higher. An 80-year-old social justice warrior is very much not the person who should be charged with that task.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing — raising the price — and expecting a different result

New Orleans whore house? (And is that really the well pipe sticking up on the front yard, exposed so prominently after 11 long years?)

New Orleans whore house? (And is that really the well pipe sticking up on the front yard, exposed so prominently after 11 long years?)

634 North Street, a dreadful example of failed architecture, has never sold since its builder erected it in 2007, when he priced it at $7.495 million, and continued to repel buyers even after he increased its price to $8.950 in 2008. He's rented it out since then, and did drop his ask to $7.499 in 2015, but today it's back, at $10.950.

Who among us hasn't appreciated the jollity occasioned every time we pass this vulgar, pretentious house crammed next to the North Street entrance to the Merritt Parkway, so out-of-character with Greenwich architecture, erected by a Louisiana developer? But enjoying a good joke and actually buying it are two separate things: so far, in eleven years, no one's stepped forward to pay for the entertainment, or being the new butt of the joke.

I predict that this new price increase will only delay the appearance of the greater fool, who surely is out there, at some price.

From an original $7.2 million ask to, today, $3.450: I'm guessing that there's still more room to fall.

Old and in the way

Old and in the way

96 Maple Avenue, now $3.450. I'm reminded of the story of the poor sap who jumped off the Empire State Building. As he passed the 32nd floor, a fellow opened a window and called, "how's it going?".  "So far, so good", the jumper answered. 

This total wreck of a house, built in 1910, has been divided into a two-unit building, which makes it less, not more attractive. The original listing agent claimed it was "designed by 'Sanford' White' [sic] ", which would have been a neat trick, because that gentleman was shot to death June 25th, 1906 (the 30th anniversary of Custer's Last Stand, and 47 years before Pal Nancy's birth, just as a fascinating tidbit) but she also estimated its value at $7.2, so let's excuse her further exercise in hyperbole.

The current agent has dropped both the price and the false attribution to White, but she's also plucked a name for the brick pile out of the air: "The Cedars". If there's a cedar tree on the lot, I missed it. Maybe Sanford White's killer chopped it down.

in any event, there's not much to salvage here (it's being sold "as is"), and I doubt anything will be. 

Next.

Million-dollar loss?

Bad choice

Bad choice

18 Flower Lane (off Upland), purchased new for $4.250 in 2001, last asking price, $3.590 (started at $4.350 in May), reports a contract. Assuming a discount from that last asking price, it wouldn't surprise me if this house turns out to have depreciated a million dollars over the past 17 years.

Which must be disappointing to both the owners and their listing agent because, although the house is located on the less popular side of town, and has an unfortunate facade, it was staged with all the requisites. So what happened?

The Chair

The Chair

The Zebra

The Zebra

The Al Gore Memorial Polar Bear — probably should have dyed it orange

The Al Gore Memorial Polar Bear — probably should have dyed it orange