Now that hotel layabout David Elder has finally gotten a taste of power, it seems to have gone to his head completely. He has taken to wearing bad suits, apparently cast-offs from the cut-rate funeral parlor, and worse, he has hired his own goon squad to stand in the lobby, to stalk the halls on un-specified errands of intimidation, and to walk down the street to the deli with him when he goes out to get a pack of Twinkies. One of the goons has already assaulted a resident. Any one of us could be next.
Do I really need to mention that this flies in the face of the beautiful tradition of freedom and tolerance that has prevailed at the Chelsea for 125 years? It didn’t take this creep long to show his true colors, and I, for one, would rather see the building torn to the ground, brick by brick, than to see the home and the ideal that I have grown to know and love reduced to such indignity. -- Ed Hamilton