Time Management In The South Of The Bronx

The Color Of Hope

The Great American Novel is a Tweet away

"Imagination is more important than knowledge"

I lost my memories to injuries but dreams drifted back like Caspar The Friendly Ghost

I remember the so-called wasteland of Television. I saw a cowboy ride from Death Valley Days and into the South Bronx as President Ronald Reagan.

From his podium set upon rubbles of stones, he surveyed our town and promised to change the wasteland of burnt out buildings. This is where we had war games when I was a boy who wanted to be Captain America versus The Nazis.

TV was our first drug of choice that made us go where one has ever gone before…

I recall making a wish to write the Great American Novel by living life like one. Be careful for what you wish for wishes have a way of coming true in The Cyber Zone

My thanks to The New York Public Library for helping make true a boy’s dream

Book them, Dano.

 Poetfolio Copyrighted 2015 by Daniel Angel Aponte

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Yeah I can do this

Once upon a time, I was given homework to create a tour book to draw sightseers around the world to The South Bronx. Rich and middle-class students stared at me while the teacher turned white and nearly fainted. I’m not joking.

I had a marketing problem.

Knowing that our town has been ethnic profiled, I wanted celebrities that grew up in The South Bronx on police line-ups to advertise a ballgame at Yankee Stadium.

Al Pacino is a natural for a police line-up unlike Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor but up against the wall she goes with Colin Powell and millions more because The Bronx is the only borough connected to the mainland of The United States of America.

Fun Facts II: Did you know…We, The People were written by a Founding Father who resides in The South Bronx where there is a high school named after him?

I did my tour book at the NYPL that made true a childhood dream to live life like a Great American Novel, one that reads like the science fiction of a comic book.

I also think would be a great idea to get celebrities to read books at our library

The End and here comes movie 

May 12, 2015

To Corner View Residence 199 Lee Ave Suite 215 Brooklyn, NY 11211

Dear Sir or Madam:

I am writing this letter on behalf of my mother, Carmen Aponte, a senior citizen who resides at 540 Southern Blvd, apt 8B in regards to lease renewal. 

The mailbox she received her documents was vandalized.

No Social Security check meant any money for food, medicine, Con Edison bills and the rent.

 I used a friend’s cell phone to take pictures of the mutilated mailbox.

 Afterward, I made a police report at the Longwood Station House.

The Postmaster was also informed.

A US letter carrier suggested the superintendent give my mother one of the mailboxes that survived the vandalism. After I complained to management, the superintendent gave me mailbox keys to apartment 35c that management wanted us to move into without a lease.

They promised to give a lease later.

Without warning, Our mail service was disrupted again when management gave Apt 35c to a Mexican family that changed the locks on the mailbox.  Said Mexican family had no knowledge of our mail.

Is Corner View Residence aware that the front and lobby doors of Building 540 have been vandalized several times?  Aware of people smoking pot in the hallways and lobby that has no security cameras?

Building 540 now houses families taken of city shelters.

We had problems with previous troubled families that left faucets on and water come down into Apt 8B. 

311 called the New York City Fire Department several times. 

My mother fractured her arm a few months ago. She is 85 years old and was in deep pain. 

I was not thinking of lawsuit but ambulance to Lincoln Hospital. She was bedridden for a few months.

The children that ran non-stop over her ceiling had me complain to the new superintendent.

He knocked on the door to tell them that the noise pollution was causing discomfort to the elderly tenant below. After that, water fell again from the apartment upstairs into my mother’s bathroom.

We now have a home care attendant who can bear witness to the mindless stampede upstairs.

Then we get a letter notifying us of eviction for failure to renew the lease that we have sought.  The new superintendent would always hand deliver the rent receipts to my mother

Why couldn’t the same be done with the form to renew her lease?

Richard Liriario, an employee of Paradise Management, called Carmen Aponte’s brother in Arizona to try to convince him to convince his sister, Carmen Aponte, to move to another apartment.

Mr. Liriario promised a free cash offer in the thousands of dollars in the event Carmen Aponte moves her belongings to another apartment. 

Her brother, a retired Arizona Correction Officer, requested Mr. Liriario fax a copy of the lease to be examined by a lawyer.  The conversation between Carmen Aponte’s brother and Mr. Liriario took place months ago.

As of this date, Richard Liriario has failed to comply with the request.

I am requesting that her lease to apt 8B be hand delivered to Carmen Aponte.

This is my Mother’s Day card for her.

Sincerely, Daniel Angel Aponte

Danapontedaad@gmail.com

Paradise Management In The South Bronx Of America

May 12, 2015

To Horing, Welikson & Rosen, PC 11 Hillside Avenue, Williston Park, New York

My mother, Carmen Aponte, a senior citizen who resides at 540 Southern Blvd, apt 8B,receives hand delivered rent receipts monthly but never did she get a lease renewal for her rent controlled apartment She was offered a cash incentive of S500 and, later, larger amounts to move to other apartments within the building and to another building on Burnside Avenue in The South Bronx.

Prior to that, her mailbox was violated. It was wrenched halfway out of the wall.

No mail service meant we were cut off from Social Security. That meant no medicine, no food, no Health Care notifications, no money to pay Con Edison and the rent. I reported the crime to the police station on Longwood Avenue and went on to again complain to the superintendent. 

A US letter carrier suggested the superintendent give my mother one of the mailboxes that survived the vandalism that occurred two days after my mother was paid a visit by New York City housing inspectors that warned Richard Liriario, a managing agent of the building, not to interfere with an investigation when he tried to talk to me. He left apt 8B with several Dominicans. Two days later, the mailbox was mutilated as if by an explosive. I took pictures of the damage with a friend’s cell phone.

 Later on, the superintendent gave us mailbox keys to an apartment that Paradise Management wanted us to move into without a lease (but forthcoming as promised by Richard Liriario.) 

I was told to move into an apartment that wasn’t fully renovated and lacked refrigerator and stove.  Several weeks later, I talked to a Hasidim named Jacob on the lease, an important document necessary in renewing State ID, health coverage etc, etc for my mother and myself.

Jacob heard my concerns while an employee spoke in Spanish on his cell phone several feet away.

About 18 minutes later, Mr. Liriario got out of his car and surprised Jacob when he hand delivered to me a lease he wanted my mother to sign right away. I took the lease to Housing Court where a female clerk advised me against my mother signing.

After informing me of my mother’s rights and legal services, she went to get the names of the owner of the building and the managing company of building 540.  Following the advice of a staff member at the office of Senator Ruben Diaz, I asked Mr. Liriario to get my name on the lease. 

Apt unit 35c was given to a Mexican family that changed the lock on the mailbox.

We were back to waiting for the post carrier to hand -deliver our mail until she decided to give us a spare mailbox on the other side of the building. But when she when she took vacations or became sick, mail was misplaced by other mail carriers.

In one instance, a Social Security check was misplaced in the office that overlooks the affairs of families taken out of homeless shelters and into building 540. I was told by personnel that since my mother and I are not part of the program they had nothing to do with our mail. I caught up with the new letter carrier and he went into the office to retrieve the check.

It was back to Mr. Liriario wanting us to consider other apartments with the promise of free cash in the thousands of dollars. Mr. Liriario talked long distance to Carmen Aponte’s brother, who served as a correction officer in Arizona. Mr. Liriario tried to convince my uncle to convince his sister to sign.

Mr. Liriario was asked to fax a copy of the lease for my uncle’s lawyer to examine in Arizona. The conversation between Mr. Liriario and my uncle took place several months ago.

As of this date, Mr Liriario has failed to comply with the request to fax the lease. 

It was back to being put through hell by Paradise Management It’s back to been distressed by the sight of my mother act like Anne Frank in the attic in Nazi Germany. We were made homeless in our home. 

My mother is like a child. Every morning, she’s on her knees praying to God to help us.

She has a bedroom corner view of the funeral parlor. I want her last days to be peaceful. Instead, the Fire Department arrived after midnight to see water coming down heavily into the bathroom.

This is not the first time 311 sent the NYFD for water running down to the bathroom and kitchen ceiling with weaken cabinets, the floor and my clothes in the closet were soaked. Part of the ceiling fell over the entrance of the bathroom. Mr. Liriario saw the hole but it took nearly a month to get it repaired.

The third time was the worse and NYFD couldn’t do anything about the busted water pipe they found in an apartment above ours. The water came down for hours.

Mr. Liriario got his workers to start repairs that have not been completed as of this date.

To make things worse, my mother suffered a fracture to her arm when she slipped on a rusted shower rod in the kitchen that should have been discarded by workmen. NYFD medics to took us to Lincoln Hospital. I became health care attendant 24/7 for 4 months helping her get out of bed slowly.

 A week and some days later, the stress got to me.

I approached two police officers in their squad car. One of them asked what was wrong.

I coughed blood into the respirator mask in the ambulance on the way to the ER at Lincoln Hospital. 

I spent nearly 12 hours in a gurney in the time of the Ebola scare in New York City. 

I can’t die.

My mother is like a child. Every morning, she’s on her knees praying to God to help us.

I request Mr. Lirario send one of his employees to hand-deliver the lease and fix apt 8B.

It would be a belated Mother’s Day gift for Carmen Aponte, my mother.

Thank you

Sincerely,

Daniel Angel Aponte

Danapontedaad@gmail.com