EVICTING THE ELDERLY, MS. SEMILETOV AND HER CATS

Here I am again, piggy backing on a New York Post article on Landlord harassment.

 It's no secret that the elderly are easy to evict. They get scarred of legal papers, don't have the strength to get to court on 100 center Street or just can't endure the stress. This is the case of Marianne Semiletov.  She is 73 and her landlord, C. Gershon Co. has filed for eviction because ,"she is a nuisance, dumps her cat litter down the toilet, enters other tenants apartments, and is living is dirty and grimy conditions".

Whether these accusations are true or not is really irrelevant. The purpose here is to get Ms. Semiletov to court and STRESS her out! That means that Ms. Semiletov has to take the subway and the bus and go down to housing court for 8:30 in the morning and THEN sit in a courtroom for two or three hours until her name is called.  

And if that's not enough stress for an elderly woman, the first time Ms.Semiletov gets in front of a Clerk  the case will probably be adjourned and Ms. Semiletov will probably had to go to housing court three or four times before she even gets in front of a judge.

Most elderly will never be able to make that journey due to the and anxiety and stress alone and quickly fold under the stress.  And even if they CAN afford a lawyer (for $250.00 an hr) they STILL have to appear physically in court.

 But the LANDLORDS? The actually owners of the building?

They will probably NEVER have to inconvenience themselves. While Ms. Semiletov may have to cancel a vacation or take time off her physio-therapy to appear in court the LANDLORD will NEVER have to show up. The owner of the building will simplY send out lawyers to represent himself./herself.

Lets change this law. HOW ABOUT THIS?.

IF A LANDLORD IS GOING TO SUE MY ASS OR ANYBODY ELLSES  THEY BETTER BE REQUIRED TO SHOW UP TO COURT.

Joseph John Holosko loving father of Karina Holosko

To: Joseph John Holosko

Hey Dad, 

I was Krazy Gluing a head that broke off of one of my Kick Ass Angels that I accidentally stepped on and I thought of you. You loved your Krazy glue and when it came out on the market you tested it on everything. Once we broke an expensive tea cup just to see if it would glue back together. We used too much glue and we expected it to work too fast and this produced crazy results. We had to use your go-to-glue, Rubber Cement to fix the problem. 

I remember helping you at your workbench in the dark basement of our house. I practiced the piano, you worked on the lathe twisting the wood til it was so curvy that it was ready to be placed on the top of the grandfather clock that you made for me.  

One night after piano practice I met you at your bench in the damp basement. Any place was better than the upstairs where the abuse and the swearing and the spitting and the yelling of your very sick wife lived.

We decided it was time to glue that piece that you made on the lathe onto the top of the clock.  Like me you put on too much glue and expected it too work too fast. Then you turned to me and said, "We are barking up the wrong tree, we have to slow down. Hold your horses!" So we took a minute to let our glue catastrophe settle and then put just a small drop and held it gently in place. 

 I thought of you and I "held my horses" and  put just a drop of glue on my angels neck to hold her head in place. It was just enough Krazy glue, not too much  and I patiently held it gently for awhile just like you taught me.

As the head my angel became one with her body my love for you soared through my soul. Who would think that gluing on the head of an Kick-Ass angel would make me think of you. 

Dad, you are my Kick Ass Angel and I can feel you with me.

Happy father's day! From your little girl.. the apple of your eye.

Below. See Joseph John Holosko as a young boy in the far right. From right to left his brother Emil, his sister Stella Staley and (a sponsored relative my grandfather brought from Ukrainian). My grandmother, and my grandfather.

P.S Whoever has that clock please know that it was a labor of love between a daughter and her father. Even though the object is not with me the love shines through. Tick -tock goes the Grandfather clock.