Yet who would have thought the old yards to have had so much potential in them? Turns out that the Dolans will spend $600MM to protect a $12MM a year subsidy — oh, and a monopoly on large event spaces in the city. And even better, it turns out that Adam Victor, the owner of TransGas, a company desperate to bring competition to the city’s energy market in the form of a behemoth power plant in Brooklyn that is as certain to bring asthma to the lives of small, non-traditionally complected children as his goofy vents are unlikely to bring a smile to their faces (which could be the posthumous work of PJ — and we aren’t even going to touch the irony that his last masterstroke was an edifice of smokestacks cheek by jowl with a large, traditionally Jewish neighborhood), is willing to pony up $700MM, just because he’s pissed.
The city’s response to this offer is as dismissive as the Dolans’, even though all the conditions Victor is requesting (an everlasting Gobstopper — er, MetroCard, the first born of Peter Kalikow and a date with the woman who is the computerized voice on the IRT) don’t require city or federal approval. Of course, like the Dolans’, or RWJ III, he’s going to suck the city dry of revenue one way or another, but still, $700MM is a lot of fuck-you money.
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Westside development made more interesting with malice!
Yet who would have thought the old yards to have had so much potential in them? Turns out that the Dolans will spend $600MM to protect a $12MM a year subsidy — oh, and a monopoly on large event spaces in the city. And even better, it turns out that Adam Victor, the owner of TransGas, a company desperate to bring competition to the city’s energy market in the form of a behemoth power plant in Brooklyn that is as certain to bring asthma to the lives of small, non-traditionally complected children as his goofy vents are unlikely to bring a smile to their faces (which could be the posthumous work of PJ — and we aren’t even going to touch the irony that his last masterstroke was an edifice of smokestacks cheek by jowl with a large, traditionally Jewish neighborhood), is willing to pony up $700MM, just because he’s pissed.
The city’s response to this offer is as dismissive as the Dolans’, even though all the conditions Victor is requesting (an everlasting Gobstopper — er, MetroCard, the first born of Peter Kalikow and a date with the woman who is the computerized voice on the IRT) don’t require city or federal approval. Of course, like the Dolans’, or RWJ III, he’s going to suck the city dry of revenue one way or another, but still, $700MM is a lot of fuck-you money.