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More Posts About Buildings and Food
(Or, obscure refererences for 800, Alex;))

First half of the title is a bit of a stretch. Maybe I can make it out to be about buildings I'm usually not in- like malls. I pulled a twofer at one of our area's rapidly decaying temples of  retail, and got out without spending a nickel. Not that there are many places left to spend anything. Macy's (nee Hengerers/Sibleys/Kaufmann's) is now an antique emporium; most of the clothing stores of the 80s are now salons and cell phone hawkers.  (There's still a Spencer Gifts, though; I don't think even nuclear war will kill THAT.)

Stop One was LensCrafters. I'd stupidly stepped on the older pair of glasses which I reverted to after stepping on a more recent pair more irreparably, but this pair needed just a quick adjustment and I was good to go. And so I went to a storefront I remember originally being a video arcade in the 80s, which the current tenant, the UNYTS blood drive walk-in center, has retained the tacky walls from-

That's a file photo of the Auntie Ann's pretzel mascot- yeah, the mall can't kill THEM off, either- but I was there to see if I needed to be prescreened for my first-ever platelet donation at the end of next week.  A friend does it often, and was looking for a donation buddy for the process-  it's no more painful, needle-wise, but it just takes longer.  I had some issues with regular donation (it was through a rejection there that I found out I was hypertensive several years ago and I am now medicated for it), but apparently I'll be fine for it as long as I don't take aspirin, visit England, or get a tat between now and then.

Then, last night and this morning brought another, weird, building story.

Last weekend, the Rochester daily paper (or what little is left of it) published a story about a house on the market in our old neighborhood there.  Making it unusual is that it was the scene of a grisly (and still unsolved) ax murder over 35 years ago.  The reporter quoted one realtor, unaffiliated with the selling family but who had shown the house to a potential buyer not knowing its history. (New York requires disclosure of dozens of things concerning homes' structure, repair histories and some neighborhood aspects, but not whether somebody died in the house unless a buyer asks about it point-blank. Yes, I said that.)

The reporter did not interview the owners, or the realtor who had the listing- and one of the sellers was none too pleased about it. (The "Karen" she refers to in her public Facebook post about it is the paper's editor):

Just because you can, doesn't mean you should. As the owner of the "Murder House" as your staff writer calls it, I cannot possibly fathom what the newsworthiness was of the article you published this past Saturday. The content (except for the fact that the home is now for sale) was all regurgitated from articles that had been published in the past, at times when the news story was, in fact, newsworthy. So what possible reason could there have been behind the decision to publish the article other than to sensationalize a 35 year old crime and devalue a family home?

She's got a point, to a point- I think it likely, for one thing, that some genius editor decided that it was a nice Halloweeny spooky story to go with for the first weekend of October.  But boo on them for not at least trying to get a quote from the owner or their agent. At the same time, it seems clear the owner didn't want this fact disclosed- and to paraphrase her,  just because you don't have to, doesn't mean you shouldn't.

The home looks beautiful in its online presentation, was priced way below market for that neighborhood even before the story broke, and is as likely to attract a curious buyer who doesn't care about the history (or maybe like it as a conversation piece) as it will repel others.


Now that I've got the ax murder out of the way, some words about food as promised:

The restaurant from last weekend did get back to me after I private-messaged the owner- they were partly conciliatory, partly appreciative that we didn't go all Yelp Smash on them, but were not entirely apologetic.  They said they "do consider the Kitchen Counter (what we considered "the bar," because it was) reservable seating," and that they would try to find a way to make that clearer when you're booking through Open Table.  They also offered a gift certificate that would basically cover one entree and a starter.  That seems fair, although with Eleanor not likely to be able to sit at a real table anytime after Sunday, we'll have to keep that one in abeyance.  Wherever "A Beyance" is on a map, anyway.

Yes, all systems are go for the surgery Monday morning. We wrangled the wheelchair into the back of Eleanor's car yesterday, and she ordered a camping toilet tonight.  (Would you like me to go back to writing about ax murders?)  I also took a crack at making part of tonight's meal without much intervention from the foodie; she only stopped me from screwing up a measure of a "cup" that meant liquid ounces after every previous ingredient had been fractions of dry-measure "cups."  This would be so much easier if we'd gone metric instead of insisting on measuring shit based on the size of medieval English kings' penises and such.  It ultimately turned out okay, so I'm optimistic that we won't starve while she's on the couch.

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weebleswobble From: weebleswobble Date: October 7th, 2017 09:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
hope her surgery goes well.
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