Here's a link to a recent article in Chelsea Now, detailing some of the problems we have faced at the Aladdin:
These problems included:* a man slashed open from his hip to his collarbone in a street brawl in broad daylight (one takeaway: don't bring a "Don't litter" garden sign to a knife fight)
* a flourishing drug trade in and around the Aladdin shelter
* neighboring businesses broken into to get at stored booze
* neighbors, pedestrians, and business employees intimidated, harassed and chased down the sidewalk* tricks turned in the parking lot--blow job in plain sight of the sidewalk
* litter, food, empty liquor bottles dumped into our tree beds
* public urination and exposure to small children (one proud owner boasting to a little girl and her mom, "I'll bet you've never seen one that big!")
As we reflect on the year that was on W 45th St between 8th and 9th Ave, and our efforts as a block association, we remember the words of Frederick Altamont Cornwallis Twistleton, fifth Earl of Ickenham (with thanks to Wodehouse): "I look about me, even in a foul hole like Mitching Hill, and I ask myself--How can I leave this foul hole a better and happier foul hole than I found it?"