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“Cartoon” by Arnaud Girard,
co-publisher of Key West the Newspaper (www.thebluepaper.com), which broke the killing of Charles Eimers by Key West cops story, and continued to break the story, but for which, you would not be reading this today. Arnaud’s wife, Naja, is the other co-publisher.
Oh, my. In today’s Key West Citizen (www.keysnews.com), my interjected thoughts in bold italics:
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Lawyers ask judge to sanction police
BY GWEN FILOSA Citizen Staff
gfilosa@keysnews.com
Eight Key West police officers lied under oath and intentionally spoiled evidence about what happened during the Thanksgiving 2013 arrest of Charles Eimers, who died six days later, according to the latest filing by his family’s attorneys.
The new motion asks U.S. District Court Judge Jose Martinez to sanction the city and eight of the 10 police officers still named in the wrongful death suit by dismissing their pleadings to the suit filed April 11.
A magistrate judge Monday set a hearing over the new filing for 10 a.m. Jan. 12 in Miami.
That level of sanction would end the case in the family’s favor.
“If you perjure yourself, the ultimate sanction is to dismiss your pleadings,” said Key West attorney Darren Horan of Horan, Wallace and Higgins, one of four South Florida firms handling the suit. “If they don’t answer, we win by default. We win the suit.”
And, if the defendants answer and those pleadings are dismissed, the defendants lose the suit, unless they are allowed to file new answers. If new pleadings are filed, and the case continues and ends up going before a jury, the plaintiffs are entitled to an instruction from the judge to the jury, to the effect, if the jury finds the defendants lied as to material facts in the case and/or tampered or destroyed or hid or tried to hide material evidence, then the jury can choose to disregard all of the defendants’ testimony, and if the jury does that, the plaintiffs win. So the legal theory goes.
Prior to that, several officers had already been deposed in preparation for the trial, set for April 2015.
Some of those statements, such as officers saying they don’t remember Eimers’ face being bloody or covered with sand, don’t match the latest video.
“I don’t remember” is a question of fact, which juries decide in jury trials. “I don’t remember” is a familiar answer given by guilty people trying to get off and also to avoid later being charged with perjury.
Officer Nicholas Galbo testified Nov. 7 that at one point during the takedown, Eimers was sitting up and that he and others tried to stand him up and walk him over to the patrol car.
The latest video, a 54-second recording, shows Eimers on the ground at all times.
Here’s the Key West the Newspaper (www.thebluepaper.com) article link, in that article is the 2nd video.
EIMERS DEATH-IN-CUSTODY UPDATE: Missing Video Surfaces
The first video that surfaced of the arrest shows Eimers putting his hands in the air and dropping to his knees in surrender to police — after getting out of the P.T. Cruiser he drove from New Town to the edge of Duval Street after blowing through a traffic stop for an illegal lane change.
Eimers did not blow through a traffic stop. He was stopped, and while the officer went back to his vehicle to do something, Eimers drove away. Then came a follow though the city to South Beach, where the two videos show what they happened. Why Eimers drove away from the traffic stop, remains a mystery.
Police had always reported that Eimers resisted arrest, prompting officers to hold him facedown on the sand that morning.
“We, the Eimers family and this court now know what really happened on Nov. 28, 2013, solely because of the ‘other,’ video evidence that the KWPD and the defendants did not care to obtain,” states the motion for sanctions filed Friday by the family’s attorneys. “It was obtained after most of the officers had committed to their false testimony under oath.”
Attorneys last month tracked down a second bystander’s video of the Eimers arrest. The person lives in Colombia and had been visiting Key West that day.
Police Chief Donie Lee and the rest of the department said they first viewed the video after the family’s attorneys turned it over as evidence.
But in their latest court motion, attorneys for Eimers say a witness to the arrest gave police the video on the day of the incident.
Oh my, oh my. KWPD had the 2nd video all along? If so, did KWPD give the 2nd video to the Florida Department of Law Enforcement? And to State Attorney Catherine Vogel? And was it shown by Vogel’s prosecutors, Val Winter and Mark Wilson, to the grand jury? And was it not give to the Eimers family’s lawyers, as part of the discovery process in the federal lawsuit?
Eimers, 61, of Birch Run, Mich., died Dec. 4, 2013, at Lower Keys Medical Center, after his family asked staff to remove him from life support.
The county medical examiner later ruled Eimers’ death an accident, and blamed it on the man’s poor health, testifying before the grand jury that Eimers could have died in his sleep.
The medical examiner said he relied on the cops’ reports of how Eimers was apprehended, in determining that Eimers did not suffocate and died because his heart gave out from the struggling. The medical examiner also determined Eimers’ brain was deprived of oxygen. And before publishing his findings, the medical examiner took a job on the mainland and left the Keys.
That grand jury cleared Key West police of any criminal wrongdoing, a decision that satisfied State Attorney Catherine Vogel.
But the city and 10 police officers are due to stand trial at U.S. District Court on the wrongful death lawsuit filed by the Eimers family.
Originally, the Eimers family sued the city and 13 officers. Last week, their attorneys freed three of those 13 from the lawsuit — Todd Stevens, Pablo Rodriguez and Janeth Calvert are no longer defendants.
Unlike the remaining 10 defendants, those three weren’t on the scene when Eimers was being arrested.
“We can’t really hold someone accountable for excessive force if they never saw the body,” Horan said Monday.
No, but perjured incident reports, testimony to Florida Department of Law Enforcement, the grand jury and at deposition is a crime prosecuteable in the criminal justice system, specifically by State Attorney Catherine Vogel. Ditto, tampering evidence, destroying evidence, obstruction of justice, conspiracy to do all of the above.
Police maintain officers didn’t harm Eimers, but have conceded the department could use a refresher course on prone restraint and add “high-risk unorthodox traffic stops” to training.
Eimers died underneath several police officers. Are they saying he would have died anyway, if they had not been on top of him, forcing his face into the sand, hitting him in the back of the head?
On Dec. 8, police released an internal affairs report that reprimanded Officer Henry del Valle for improper pursuit of Eimers that morning.
Officer Gary Lee Lovette was suspended for five days without pay for making “exaggerations and lies” about the arrest.
Yes indeed, Police Chief Lee determined Lovette lied about what he said he and his fellow cops did to Eimers. For if Lovette did not lie, wow, Lovette became the plaintiffs’ star witness. The grand jury also determined Lovette lied about what he and his fellow cops did to Eimers. How else could the grand jury return a no bill? I would love to see a transcript of the grand jury proceedings, to determine if Val Winter and Mark Wilson presented evidence to the grand jury that the cops had lied under oath in their incident reports and to the Florida Department of Law Enforcement. I personally told Mark Wilson when the grand jury was in session, that he needed to present the cops’ lies and cover up to the grand jury, because lies and cover up are proof themselves of wrongdoing. Mark said, yes, lies and cover up are proof of wrongdoing.
Lovette inexplicably left his Taser’s recorder on, taping comments such as it “would be better if we just buried him,” and that someone “has blunt force trauma on his head from me.”
That ain’t all what got taped. In the video, you can hear the Lovette and the other cops laughing while they kill Charles Eimers. Here’s a link to the blue paper article containing the taser video.
OFFICER LOVETTE’S TASER RECORDING UNDERGOES ENHANCED FORENSIC SCRUTINY / NEW ADMISSIONS DETECTED REGARDING THE ALLEGED TASING OF CHARLES EIMERS
Against KWPD regulations, the cops turned off their car video recorders en route to the rumble. Now why would they do that, unless they were up to no good?
gfilosa@keysnews.com
Up US 1 a ways, and continuing the Cudjoe Regional Sewer District fiasco discussion in yesterday’s no guts, no glory, Key West bah humbug society post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com,
an interesting email today from the President of Dump the Pumps, Inc.
Meeting and UNAUTHORIZED grinder pump installation
sloan bashinsky 6:07 AM
To: Bgprevatt@aol.com
To All: Let’s have one more meeting before the holidays hit us. This Wednesday at 6, the conference room at my office 29967 OS Hwy, Big Pine Key — next door to the Post Office.
Keep in mind we need money to sustain this battle. Checks made payable to Dump the Pumps, Inc, and mailed to PO Box 1956, Big Pine Key, FL 33043 will work, or our Paypal account available through our website www.dumpthepumps.com works just fine also. Thanks to many for your continued support.
The below came in from one in our camp. We can kick this around Wednesday evening along with the Eminent Domain issues I raised in my unanswered attached letter.
These issues consistently raised by all of us as reasons to not sign the easement agreement may cause FKAA more heartburn than anything else we are doing. We need to act as a group. As individuals they will continue to threaten and pick us off one at a time. We have this before.
See comments by others below.
Banks
for
Dump the Pumps, Inc.
____________________
Banks,
I did ask a lawyer about my question below and basically he said that I cannot grant an easement to property that I technically do not own. He said it would have to be given to the holder of the title, which is technically the bank.
Item #7 from the FKAA easement grant reads:
“The Owner does hereby state that they have sufficient authority and title to grant this easement.”
Per the lawyer I spoke to I would be in technical violation of the terms of my mortgage if I were to sign this. He said that the Bank should be signing this not me. I really think we should explore this a little more as most home owners are probably not aware that they could lose their mortgages for signing these if their title holders choose to enforce their legal claims.
V/r,
Jeff
Prevatt 1 (click link to see page 1 of Banks’ letter to Robert T. Feldman, Florida Keys Aqueduct Authority’s General Counsel)
Prevatt 2 (click link to see page 2 of Banks’ letter to Feldman)
I replied to Banks:
I think, Banks, both the mortgage holder and the deed holder (the property owner) probably have to sign the easement agreement, for the agreement to be legal, because both the mortgage holder and the deed holder have equity positions in and legal title to the property.
While I doubt any mortgage holder would object to signing the FKAA easement agreement for an upgraded sewer system, it would be a serious pain in the butt to FKAA for it to track down every mortgage holder and get a signed easement agreement therefrom.
Furthermore, I seriously doubt a mortgage holder would foreclose, if a deed holder signed the FKAA easement agreement and a grinder pump was put on the property, which brings me to what I think is really important.
The first line of defense remains, and always was, deed holders do not sign the FKAA easement agreement, and they refuse to let FKAA contractors/subcontractors onto their property, warning they will be charged with criminal trespass if they do come onto their property. Deed holders follow through, by calling the sheriff in, to enforce their trespass warning, which needs to be given by each deed holder to FKAA, in writing, return receipt requested and saved as evidence the warning was given. That’s better than a No Trespassing sign on the property, but perhaps that’s good enough. Both is better.
That puts FKAA to having to deal with what’s in your attached letter to Robert Feldman: condemnation proceedings, compensation to deed holders and mortgage holders, etc., as well as the county’s own ordinances, thus poking the grinder pump hornet’s nest.
Unfortunately, many deed holders already signed FKAA’s easement agreement, and I do not imagine that can be undone legally. Perhaps they can get a court to enjoin FKAA from coming onto their property, until FKAA gets their mortgage company to sign FKAA’s easement agreement. I don’t see FKAA going that route voluntarily, given its behavior up to now.
Sloan
Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatrist and life-long Mother Nature lover and activist, replied to yesterday’s no guts, no glory, Key West bah humbug society post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com - anyone not interested synchronicity, serendipity, not of this world events, psychotherapy and spiritual healing, and all of that tying into what is reported up above, probably won’t be interested in what Jerry’s email provoked :-).
Sloan: you covered a lot of ground today.
When Key West waters -(-and it is inevitable -)-
are declared a health hazard —-the” turista” — business
may well take a huge hit along with the dirty air we are
promoting downtown—-some honest evaluation of Key West
as unhealthy -that Train is rumbling along the tracks —good story
for the National Geographic traveler -to be picked up by other
journalists in other publications—-eventually the excrement will hit
the fan. Another subject —little Torch to me is beautiful in a good
location—-where I stayed in 1956—can’t understand why you took a bad
loss —oh well the world is full of the inexplicable —enough to make ones
mind long for some tranquility-I may go fishing today and put all my
obligations on hold ——-we live once -harmony of mind -is a necessity !!!.
LITTLE TORCH WAS A PARADISE—-clear water -lobsters everywhere-
magnificent colour in the surrounding ocean -LOOE KEY just offshore was indescribable-
fish and massive living coral—astonishing…..a GEM -[a good day enjoy-] !!-Jerry
we ate fresh caught fish daily-only a tiny aluminum boat and small motor——Jerry (loads of grouper and Dolphin)
I replied:
Hi, Jerry -
Yeah, there was a heap in today’s post; maybe I should file even more complaints with the angels about unfair labor practices and child abuse :-).
Taking a big loss on the Little Torch property was easy: I paid lot for it, too much, $375,000. Then, the bottom fell out of the real estate market. It was still bottomed out years later, when I was under time pressure to sell, if I wished to keep eating and so forth. Nobody wanted me to pay what a good banker friend told me it was worth, one acre, wooded lot, next to wildlife refuge, right to tear down and remove the trailer and build dream home, he said $150,000, I figured $200,000 for that choice property. It sold for $99,000, and after real estate commission and closing costs, I netted $90,000, having at that moment about $200 to my name, until the next $700 Soc. Sec. retirement check came into my checking account.
Like I said, it was easy, like being dragged through hell upside down and backwards :-), physically and emotionally. The angels did plenty of that in other ways the entire time I lived there, 4 1/2 years total, split up with 3-year stint renting an apartment in Key West, so I could play town fool there during that time. Some folks on bigpinekey.com’s popular Coconut Telegraph forum came to like me so much that they renamed me The Fool on Little Torch (FOLT). They hated me, I mean. I figured I must have done something right, therefore :-).
The fellow who runs the Coconut Telegraph, a friend of mine, who built my websites and showed me how to use them, kept egging me on to stir up the Sloan haters, emailed this morning after receiving his complimentary copy of today’s FOLTing:
“Ho ho, Are you the only full time gadfly crusader in Key West? !b”
I wrote back:
Probably the only full-time gadfly, but then, the part-time gadflys (or is gadflies correct?, like I give a shit) here don’t say angels heap great mounds of fun shit on them to play in; they just get mounds, sounds sort of like a lumpy chocolate bar, but it tastes like shit, actually :-), and it feels like shit, too :-).
Did you ever publish this last below, so your readers will know what gadfly means to educated people, as opposed to dumbass ignoramuses?
Chow maim
Social gadfly - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_gadfly
Wikipedia
A gadfly is a person who upsets the status quo by posing upsetting or novel questions. The term “gadfly” (Ancient Greek: ????, mýops) was used by Plato in the Apology to describe Socrates’s relationship of uncomfortable goad to the Athenian political scene, which he compared to a slow and dimwitted horse.
A slow dimwitted horse bought an acre of land and trailer on Little Torch Key.
Sloan
[He published it in yesterday’s Coconut Telegraph.]
Jerry wrote:
SLOAN: the property loss just makes me very very sad for you——dismal !
I really feel for you—-if you could have just hung on —-some creative
realtor could have made it the get away of the decade —for one of the
1% —citing all kinds of glorious advantages—-climate worsening -unpredictable
up North—baby boomers —a tsunami of people —-we would have considered it —I LOVE Little torch as you well know——a short distance from Looe Key -incredible ; that offshore eating place for meals —temporarily-forgot the name -almost bought that island -it was nothing when we passed it by on the way to fishing daily-1956-(-Donna has been there several times -she is not here now.
Your whole loss makes me ill)——-real estate values rising like crazy here in the Keys —-eventually half a million is not inconceivable —advertized right —-I could have written great script—-
the whole thing makes depressed —-I am sorry -I realize you were in a bind-I hope I haven’t made it worse for you——sorry sorry sorry—-my fond regards —Jerry
I replied:
Aw shucks, Jerry. It sort of makes me want to cry, too, ’cause I loved that place, which, as I have told you, I called Walden. The Realtor I used was a very good friend, but she had no creative view of what the place could be for the right buyer, and this is going to make you feel even more ill, the fellow who bought it had no feel for what he was getting, it was beyond his range by several dimensions to realize he had gotten a steal on sacred land, for that it was, sacred. People who came there said they could not believe how good they felt on that land, and even in the trailer, which was a knock down, a temporary shelter, as far as I was concerned, but not that land; that land was alive, beautiful old trees, a living shrine to Mother Nature, and just across the dirt road was State of Florida Wildlife Refuge; the subdivision had been condemned, because it never should have been allowed to be, it was too environmentally sensitive for development, only about 10 homes in the whole subdivision, half a mile or more long, about 300 yards wide, my land was the only parcel where a home could be built, because the county was actively encouraging, understatement, owners of trailers to get rid of them and build homes on stilts. That land, VIBRATED, Jerry, that’s a fact.
The fellow I bought it from, a former Chicago lawyer, who came down on vacation once, and went back to Chicago and closed his law practice and moved to Little Torch Key, and I did not sign a contract. I went to the closing able to walk away at any time. I kept asking the angels if this was right?, is this what I’m supposed to do?, and they kept showing me to go ahead. So, I went ahead, closed. About then, I was moved to enter the the county commission race for George Neugent’s seat, which was up for grabs that year, although I was not thinking in that way when I moved into the trailer, as a tenant. I was just thinking of how much I liked the land, and the trailer was okay then, I had not yet discovered the huge water leak in the front, which did not appear until after the closing, when finally a big rain came; a water leak that, over the years, would cause a great deal of damage to the trailer, but it was a kock down, I figured I would some day be able to build a real home there, which would make the people living off the grid on No Name Key feel like they never heard of going green. I knew how to design the home, not do the work myself, I don’t have those skills, but years before I had been to a school, which taught how to build off the grid homes.
Well, that never came to pass, of course. But living there enabled me to run twice against Neugent, and once for that district’s school board seat, all as part of my education in my favorite subject, porkaticks. Dang did I eat a lot pig, as I ran once for county commission in Key West, too, the seat Heather Carruthers won that year, 2008, and four times I ran for mayor of Key West, but that digresses.
After buying the place on Little Torch, I learned the seller’s daughter had cancer, and he had to take care of that and the medical bills, and no doubt he needed every penny I had paid for that place, and still she died. He had looked up and acquired my old books, written from the perspective of practicing law, and he loved them. He was close friends with my next door neighbors, who found me interesting, if not amusing. The woman read most of my daily ravings, sometimes sent me stuff she felt my resonate with me.
Lurking always in the background, was a monster spirit event I’d had on No Name Key Bridge in January 1995, after I came to Little Torch that year and stayed at Parmers Resort, the next road up US 1 - I was off of State Road 4A.
In 1995, I was living in Colorado, and one night was seized and told, “Go to Big Pine Key, go as soon as possible, this is important.” I had been there once before, March 1967, during spring break from law school at Alabama. I had caught a big tarpon in Bogie Channel on the inside (Gulf) side of the old wooden bridge, the charred remains of which still stuck up out of the water then. I was fishing with men, who were contemporaries of my father, in Birmingham. One of their daughters was married to one of my Vanderbilt fraternity brothers. I was staying at my father’s home on Islamorada, and they invited me to come down and fish a day with them. They were staying at Old Wooden Bridge Fish Camp.
Anyway, it got even more mystical, for after being told to go to Big Pine Key, in January 1995, I dreamt that night of being at the Denver airport, buying a ticket to Big Pine, and in the ticket line next to me was my father and his brother buying tickets to Islamorada. In actual life, my uncle fished a lot in Islmorada, I had introduced him to it, after he had fished for many years on Andros Island. I awoke, knowing for sure I had to go to Big Pine, it was a right of passage, I was separating from my father and his brother, who I often had wished was my father, because of how much he and I both loved to fish, which was not my father’s thing.
So, here I am staying at Parmers in January 1995, wandering around Big Pine and No Name, and other Keys, all the way down to the Sugarloaf Lodge, talking with the tame retired Navy and aquarium dolphins they then had there, waiting to be rewilded, wondering why I was sent to Big Pine Key? Day after day, I wondered. Then, on the seventh day of the trip, I wandered again over to the Old Wooden Bridge Fish Camp, and parked, and walked out onto the bridge, concrete now, of course. I’m abbreviating this part a bit.
I walked out to the center of the bridge, where the hump is, with pelicans flying all around me, and sitting on the bridge railing and in the water below, and diving for dinner. I was in a state of grace. II turned and faced the Atlantic Ocean, and was seized. I mean I was SEIZED, by something HUGE. It took my breath away. I felt like my heart was being pulled out of me. I burst into tears, and bawled, and snot ran out of my nose, and I was holding the bridge railing, barely able to remain standing and not fall to the sidewalk. And I HEARD.
I dreamt in a nap a bit ago, that I was going to tell this story, but I didn’t know what the dream meant until just now.
I HEARD,
“BECAUSE YOU LOVE THIS PLACE SO MUCH, YOU WILL BE USED TO TRY TO PROTECT IT.”
Then I really started balling and shaking, and what had been rivers of tears and snot turned into tsunamis. And it’s about getting me all choked up to tell it again. And I have been beating the angels up for days about that covenant they made with me that January day in 1995 not coming to anything, about my buying that beautiful land on Little Torch Key, because I KNEW that covenant was in play, and because I don’t see anything came of it; the covenant died, dead.
Well, that’s how it seemed to me, and seems to me, and you better believe I am bawling right now, and shaking, and my heart is heaving, and I’m really pissed off, to boot.
Sloan
P.S. Perhaps I also should say, when that happened on No Name Key bridge, the pelican was well known to me as the Christ bird. And the night that happened, on a paper napkin in a Big Pine restaurant no longer there, I wrote:
Behold!
The pelican.
Slow, ugly, clumsy afoot,
but in the air
a great fisher indeed!
And in times of want
plucks out its own breast meat
to feed its young.
I don’t suppose my middle name being Young was in play, huh?
Or that when I came to the Keys to live, in late 2000, I was Sloan Young, who had plucked out his breast meat for his older half-brother, Travis?
Or that my son, who died if crib death when I was in law school, would have been called Young.
Or, hell, there have to be many meanings besides the generally accepted.
And I had a nap dream yesterday, in which the best flats fishing guide in the world, as far as I am concerned, Rick Ruoff, of Islmorada, took me away from a bunch of shit I was dealing with (I wrote all about it yesterday and today), into something wonderful, and that dream, too, was about that covenant, which, I suppose, is not dead, but only seems so. Maybe I should name that covenant, Lazarus?
Sorry, I couldn’t help it :-).
And yes, Jerry, being strapped financially sucks, but living on the street, sleeping in doorways, and on park benches and piers and beaches, and in other fun places, and being hunted by cops for what seemed like sport, sucked plenty more. As did staying in homeless shelters.
Perhaps the angels have a deal they haven’t make entirely clear yet. Meanwhile, they have me so loaded up with spirit poison, which ain’t mine, another kind of feeding the young thing, that right now I’m having trouble distinguishing myself from Chernobyl.
Jerry wrote:
SLOAN: A lot to digest—-and process —-what a shame-
just the whole thing —with feelings and emotions
that may always reverberate, resonate—
so sorry it happened to you—————-Jerry
I replied:
Well, a whole heap did come up and out all at once, must have been collecting for a while, took a while for it to finish clearing, as I took a bicycle ride to White Street Pier and watched most of the sunset, then headed toward Higgs Beach, and had three most interesting conversations, one with a woman Cuban Conch poet I know, who turns out to be a bit more mystical than I had known. She spoke of the energy vortex at Key West, the second person here, now, who has spoken of it to me since I arrived in late 2000 and felt it almost right away. The first person was the male tarot reader on Mallory Pier, about this time last year. The Cuban Conch talked of her mother being a healer, and said a lot of people here know of the vortex, and the vortex is why there is so much healing happpening here. I held my peace, a lot of healing I don’t see happening here. The reverse, I see a lot. The other two conversations were with Christian visitors, who seemed pretty tuned in for people of that religion, but heavy into Paul, so I dropped some Jesus on them; seemed the thing to do, since he’s the one who they say saved them. Sort of enjoyable, sort of fun, but it didn’t stop me from feeling like a stranger in a strange land, which I don’t see changing during my life. The poison started moving out, I was glad for that, because it was pretty awful.
Jerry wrote this morning:
Sloan you are making progress —-alienation diminishing .—-Jerry
I replied:
Not possible for an alien :-), but the great catharsis also brought powerfully forward in the wee hours this morning the first covenant, in which I offered my life to human service and the offer was accepted in dramatic fashion, as I have reported many times at my websites. It was shortly after I last fished the flats with Rick Ruoff, very late 1986, when I told him I had lost my zeal for fishing and was only out there with him because that was the only way I could spend quality time with him, that I made the prayer for God to help me and I offered my life to human service. And, wow, on waking this morning, there is a riveting Eimers case article in today’s Citizen, and an interesting email from the president of Dump the Pumps re Cudjoe Regional, and an email I overlooked yesterday saying the Peary Court plan has been tossed and the developer is walking away, but the sender said I could not quote the sender on that and to check with city commissioner Jimmy Weekley, and maybe it’s so, maybe not, I’ll have to look into that. All perhaps in keeping with a dream two nights ago, of an old friend and lawyer in Birmingham, who was very deep into big real estate development deals, gathering up all of his folks and assets and, in wagon ho gypsy fashion, was headed down this way. I took the dream to mean reinforcements were on the way. I hope he is bringing money, too - I can’t eat legal help :-).
moi chomping down on a bbq pork sandwich at the wedding reception of a Big Pine Key friend, at his home
Sloan Bashinsky
keysmyhome@hotmail.com
