This attached Tudor townhouse at 67-97 Clyde Street, in Forest Hills, is priced at $855,000. It’s a quirky, historic exterior with a nice front garden, and the interior is completely modernized. Recessed lighting, new fixtures, and what looks to be a stone wall in one of the bathrooms. There’s a patio backyard with a one-car garage. Considering this isn’t a large property, it’s a significant ask. What do you think it’ll get?
We love our mobsters and bad boys in this society. Sure, we may hate their crimes, the murders and the violence, but as over a hundred years of American fascination with mobsters shows; we are fascinated with them. Newspaper stories, pulp magazines, novels, radio shows, began the trend. Then countless movies and television shows, and finally video games all point to the continuing love of the mythology and methodology of organized crime. I’m sure studies have been done to explain this phenomenon. Maybe it’s the entrepreneurial spirit, maybe it was the daring of it all, but more than likely, it had a lot to do with fantasies about taking what you want, doing it with a band of brothers, and having a code of honor, not to mention all those guys with funny nicknames. You couldn’t be a real mobster without a funny nickname. (more…)
Forest Hills, you’re officially on the NYC hipster map! Edge of the City reports that the neighborhood’s got its first indie, organic coffee shop. It’s called Red Pipe Cafe and it’s located at 71-60 Austin Street, the former Stoa Jewelry store. The space is open from 7 am to 10 pm and serves coffee, tea, sandwiches, salads, soups and desserts — everything is organic. There’s a decent amount of seating, and Edge of the City says the baristas make a mean cappuccino. Seems like a no brainer that a spot like this will do well along Austin Street.
In the spring of 1939, the front pages of the local New York papers were abuzz with news of the coming war in Europe. Hitler was advancing on Poland, the French were readying their own army, knowing they were next, and the British were calling up their airmen to active duty, securing their shoreline, and preparing their military and civil defenses. Here in the United States, President Roosevelt was assuring the American people that we were ready to go to war, but only if we had to. He was seeking some kind of diplomatic solution before another world war broke out.
In the middle of all of this global news, the local headlines were more concerned with another battle; the ongoing war between Mayor LaGuardia and his law enforcement officials and a rich, well-connected and affable bookie named Frank Erickson. His story began in our last Queenswalk. The 1930s had been a tumultuous time here in the city. The Great Depression had devastated society, creating the perfect climate for organized crime to grow and flourish. The newspapers, radio, even the movies, echoed the fear and fascination the populace felt towards the crime lords and their minions who made up The Mob. (more…)
This unique, attached townhouse at 55 Burns Street, in Forest Hills, is up for rent. Despite the lovely old exterior, the interior is pretty much gutted, with a shiny new kitchen and plenty of windows to boot. We’re not bashing the renovation, however — despite the lack of photos it looks like a job well done. There are four bedrooms, three-and-a-half bathrooms, outdoor space and a private outdoor parking spot. The rent for all that is $5,062 a month with an 18-month lease.
Frank A. Erickson was born in New York City on November 27, 1895. His mother was Irish, and his father was of Swedish descent. Very early in his life, his parents died, and he spent his childhood in an orphanage. By the time he was a young man, he was working in Coney Island as a busboy in a restaurant. The job didn’t pay well, and young Frank was looking for extra work. Legend has it that a patron of the restaurant gave him five dollars and asked him to run over to another local bar and place a bet for him on a race at the Sheepshead Bay track. The man had sent him out too late to make the bet, as the race was already on, and the horse lost anyway. But Frank Erickson had found his calling. He also kept the five dollars. (more…)
This week the New York Times profiled Forest Hills Stadium in its new incarnation as a concert venue, along with growing complaints from residents who live nearby. The city’s Department of Environmental Protection just issued a violation to the concert producers for the loudness of the Replacements show on Friday. (The finale came in three times higher than the permissible level.) Residents, unsurprisingly, aren’t happy about the noise or overhearing “profane lyrics reverberated on the streets,” which apparently happened during the Drake and Lil Wayne show.
The show managers have spent millions restoring the stadium and managing crowd control — which was said to be working this summer. There were only five concerts scheduled, and they ended by 10 pm. Managers are now considering sound blankets along the arena’s fences. Concert goers, on the other hand, wish the shows were a little louder. Most residents don’t want to kill the concerts; as a resident told the Times: “All we are asking for are reasonable limits.”