(for the Brooklyn Paper)

Bay Ridge’s crabbiest super is finally ready to take his yearlong war with his tenants outside.

Richard Martin, the 71-year-old superintendent at 278 91st St., recently ended his showdown against tenants who were careless about throwing out their garbage, and has agreed to drag the nine moldering trashcans from the lobby of the building back to their rightful spot outside.

“I don’t care anymore,” said Martin, who burst onto the public consciousness last year, after The Brooklyn Paper wrote a story about the hostile hand-written signs he posted on the building lambasting his tenants as “lazy” and “dangerous” for not properly putting out their trash.

“Tenants don’t care, landlord don’t care, Ritchie Martin don’t care.”
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(for The Brooklyn Paper)

To some, Red Hook is best known as a hard-to-get-to neighborhood that prosperity forgot.

But it is also the birthplace of America.

To ensure that future generations don’t forget what most members of the current one clearly have, the city unveiled “Red Hook Lane Heritage Trail” street signs at 10 intersections in the neighborhood on Wednesday.

That’s what brought about 300 people, some dolled up in American flag bonnets and tricorn hats, to the corner of Dwight and Delavan streets (where, ironically, someone had scrawled “Bring me the head of George W. Bush” on the side of a building).
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Greenpoint Artist Paints Portraits of Her Entire Church Congregation. It’s a clipping from the Williamsburg Courier.
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“A lady and a reporter? This dame’s out of her gourd.” Sure, sure. And it’s a fair point, to be sure. But some ideas are so damned crazy they grow legs and feet and walk about, and soon enough they start coming up with ideas of their own. And just maybe this is that kind of idea. A lady reporter. Yeah, now there’s an idea with legs.