This was a huge 4 bedroom lower flat.   He was a little Italian Fella who the neighborhood loved.  But he was a Hoarder and a player.  It was something else.  I wrote a story about him called Dear Martin.  What he put me through to get him out was a story I'll never forget.  Our court date was something out of a movie.  I'll try to find that story and post it.

(What he did made the Judge jump out of her chair and across her desk.)

This is pretty gross.  I will understand if the Webmaster wants to delete this photo. Even though this photo is repulsive.  I have had several tenants leave their toilets like this.

He built a big wooden fence behind the home, it looked like the Alamo because he didn't want us to enter the property.  He also changed the locks.  I wrote him many letter regarding getting rid of this stuff, and always began my letters by writing, Dear Martin.  

One day he called the office and left a Message.  Miss Nancy, this is your Dear Martin, and I'm calling from Satan's house, that I don't like your Dear Martin letters.  And, I'm not moving....... 

I'll try to find that story.

Nancy Neville