Much to the chagrin of many, rapper Snoop Dogg is at the DeSoto Civic
Center in Southaven tonight. Tantric is at the New Daisy. At the new
restaurant/club in the old Justine’s location, now the Ivy, there’s
entertainment by The Acid Jazz Lounge Sessions with Boy Agape, DJ
Hectik, and Dan Kest. And DiAnne Price and Her Boyfriends
are at Huey’s Downtown this afternoon, followed by The Gamble Brothers.
Recently I heard that Goodfellows in London insured model Claire Roe for loss of beauty. They also insured a male stripper troupe for genital injuries resulting from their female fans. After hearing all of this, what I’ve been wondering is: What else can be insured? My writing ability (such that it is)? Can I insure my dog? Or that I’ll have plans for the weekend? And is it at all possible to get party coverage?
The only reason I ask is because parties seem to be getting more hazardous to your health. The Commercial Appeal ran a story this past week about a teenage girl who had contracted an infection after a weekend party and eventually lost both her legs and many of her fingers. She seemed, in the article at least, to have a resilient spirit. I know if that happened to me, I would be very bitter and angry. Think about it: You go to a party, contract something that is passed along in close spaces, and later end up in the hospital for amputations.
Not to make light of her situation, but it’s just this type of thing that would be perfect for party insurance. Get a disease from a party, get a
sizable pay-out. But it wouldn’t have to be that serious of a case, depending on your level of party coverage. Of course, after my past weekend, I think I would have to have full coverage.
I was at this masked ball and two very disturbing things happened. First, I got trashed. And, when all my survival instincts kicked in, I knew throwing up would be such a good thing. Maybe even life-saving. Oh, but I really didn’t want to get any puke on my skirt — you can’t clean that out sometimes, and I was wearing one of my favorites. So in the end, thinking more of my wardrobe than my health, I didn’t puke. But if I had party coverage, I could have turned in a claim for skirt dry-cleaning, or if the skirt was ruined, for the skirt itself. I think I would’ve felt much better with that insurance.
The second disturbing thing was truly painful. As I was leaving with a few of my friends, I got ahead of them somehow. They were still inside weaving their way through the throngs of people, out of the building. So I leaned up against the building to wait for them. At the same time, this guy the size of Hulk Hogan (but taller) was having a fight on the sidewalk with about five of his friends. Friends who looked like little dwarves next to him. Oh, and judging from Hulk’s demeanor, he had probably drank an entire river of beer. His dwarf friends were trying to get him to do something, hopefully leave, but he wasn’t having it. He shook them off, staggered, lost his balance, and fell — on me.
I can still feel the pain … literally; he crushed my foot. It’s all bruised. I was wearing the highest heels I own, not even because they
matched my skirt, but because my skirt was so long I needed as much height as I could get so it wouldn’t drag on the ground. And when his huge body fell on me, my ankle twisted and everything went all bad. (I’m also sure it was the height of comedy for many of the onlookers. I don’t remember noticing their reactions; I was too busy hitting Hulk’s shoulder with my mask, trying to get him to move off of me. What with my skirt and my foot trapped underneath him, I couldn’t move until he did, so I’m sure it was very amusing to everyone else.)
Do you see how useful party insurance would be? It could pay foot doctors’ bills and even moving costs, you know, if you had to relocate after an extremely embarrassing event. I’d also like a policy that would promise that a fun time would be had by all; maybe even one that looked into the issue of annoying chitchat. The potential here is endless.
It might sound ridiculous, but just think, at one point, I heard Lloyd’s of London wrote a $1 million policy to protect visitors to the Queen Mary from ghosts. From ghosts! The least they can do is offer a policy for party-goers. Maybe instead of a policy like Roe’s that protects against loss of beauty, it can cover the beer- goggle phenomenon: loss of beauty the morning after.
Disappointing.
Heart-breaking.
Typical.
In a losing effort against the University of Alabama-Birmingham, Memphis watched its 2001 bowl hopes slip away as Ryan White’s 41 yard field goal attempt was blocked.
The play highlighted an afternoon of lost opportunities and inspired UAB defensive efforts as the Tigers lost to the Blazers, 17-14. “This hurts,” Memphis coach Tommy West said after the game. “This hurts bad. We put everything we had into this.”
But that just wasn’t enough. “There comes a time in any game, especially the big ones, when you have to make some plays and we made some plays down the stretch. You couldn’t have scripted a better fourth quarter, but we couldn’t knock it in and get the touchdown offensively,” West said. “We didn’t do things at the end that we had to do to win the ballgame.”
Memphis’ offense just had no gas this day with running back Dante Brown struggling against UAB’s rush defense. Brown compiled only 55 yards on 20 carries. He would run in a Memphis touchdown in the first half.
Passing, Memphis’ first and second options at quarterback, Danny Wimprine and Travis Anglin, fared worse. Wimprine threw 19 times with only 7 completions and 2 interceptions. Anglin did not complete a pass, and ran for Ð2 yards. However, the poor performance by the first and second strings allowed fifth year senior quarterback Neil Suber to take center stage. Suber put together an impressive 11-18 passing performance, accumulating 93 yards and a touchdown in the fourth quarter to Memphis tight end Jeff Cameron. The effort at least gave the Memphis offense a chance for the last minute field goal.
“I’ve been saying that Neil would get his shot,” West said. “I think he did a nice job of looking off their defenders. If you stare down their defenders, then they’re going that way. He stared them down and turned on his back side to find receivers and just delivered the ball.”
Amassing a hundred yards less in offense, UAB relied on the running and passing of quarterback Thomas Cox. Cox, a second stringer starting in the place of injured UAB starter Jeff Aaron threw the ball 19 times for six completions and 50 yards but also ran the ball for a total of 43 yards and a touchdown from two yards out. Also rushing the ball for UAB was running back Jegil Dugger who ran 19 times for 61 yards. UAB running back Kendal Gibson ran for only 10 yards for the game. But two of those yards were enough for UAB’s other rushing touchdown. UAB’s field goal came from kicker Neil Hayes from 48 yards out.
The loss puts Memphis at 4-4 overall and 2-3 in C-USA standings. Next week is a bye for the Tigers before they travel to the University of Tennessee, Knoxville on November 10. “We need it,” West said of the bye. “I don’t know if physically we are all that banged up, but emotionally we need the time off.”
If you have kiddies or are just a big kid yourself, don’t miss today’s Dr.
Seuss Family Day at The Dixon Gallery and Gardens, which includes a
preview of “The Art of Dr. Seuss.” Tonight’s Red Hot & Blue by Ballet
Memphis at The Orpheum is a performance of their version of Dracula,
Karl Condon’s Kindling, and Trey McIntyre’s High Lonesome.
For those who agree that bombing Afghanistan is not the answer to the world’s
woes right now,there’s a Voices of Peace Concert at Overton Park
Shell,hosted by the Mid-South Peace and Justice Center; features live music by
Delta Grass, Phil & T, Native Son, the Green Bings, and Mark Allen, along with
speakers and children’s activities.
Every Mother’s Nightmare is at the Hard Rock tonight. Papa Top’s
West Coast Turnaround is at the P&H. And if you want to go to a party
unlike any other Memphis has seen, the good folks who have been bringing you
Melange Mondays are hosting a real bash tonight at River Terrace on Mud Island
— ORANGE, which features garage and deep house music by DJs Sean OD, Richard
Stylus, B. Iskiwitz, Brian Analog, and Toronto’s Dino and Terry. There are
dance floors and full bars indoors and on the rooftop, both overlooking the
Mississippi River, along with sushi barges and a few other surprises. You may
purchase tickets in advance by calling 624-7181. Get them on the web at
www.soulshower.com or pay at the door.
(Three months ago the Flyer‘s Rebekah Gleaves profiled Shelby County’s public defender, A C Wharton; at almost the same time, county mayor Jim Rout was making the decision not to run for reelection that would thrust Wharton front and center in the local political universe. Drawing on material accumulated during her research for that earlier, non-political article, Gleaves takes a look back at her subject with his political future in mind.)
Though he’s keeping quiet about A C Wharton entering the county mayor’s race now, city mayorW.W. Herenton — a longtime friend of Wharton’s — and several other Wharton friends and colleagues were not so hushed about his abilities a few months ago.
In July of this year the Flyer interviewed the mayor and a number of others as research for a feature on Wharton. (See The Memphis Flyer, issue #649, July 26th – August 1st, 2001.)
When asked if he thought Wharton would make an effective mayor for the city of Memphis, current city mayor W.W. Herenton was generous with his praise: “If AC were to seek the office of mayor and get elected, I think the citizens would have an excellent mayor in him.”
However, since Wharton’s bid for county mayor, Herenton has remained noticeably silent, saying that during his own campaigns the sitting county mayors always refrained from speaking on the candidates.
Another longtime friend of Wharton’s, television judge Joe Brown, was equally supportive: “AC’s the type of person who can cut across lines in Memphis with a dignified manner. If he ran for mayor, I might even be persuaded to support him.” Brown has previously voiced his own intentions to run for the city mayor position someday. Brown did not respond to calls this week from the Flyer.
For years, Wharton has been whispered about as a possible candidate for several offices and has long been believed to be able to garner support from both Memphis’ black and white communities. It seems his reason for staying away from politics for nearly 20 years was personal.
“I haven’t really wanted him to run for anything else, to be candid,” said Wharton’s wife and law partner, Ruby Wharton. “Our last child was born the day before the election in 1982. I asked AC to wait until the youngest child was out of high school, or at least 16, before running again because politics is just so demanding. He respected my wishes and he has not run for anything else. Sometimes I blame myself for him not getting involved in another race. But who knows what he wants to do or what he may do someday?”
Wharton’s strength and weakness in this mayor’s race seem to be one in the same, namely being black. As the only black candidate vying for a win in the Democratic primary, he has the potential to lock the so-called black vote in an election that traditionally divides along racial lines. Likewise, as a very well respected and accomplished attorney who is widely regarded as hard-working and fair, Wharton’s candidacy transcends any racial positions his competitors might wish to box him into. However, this same mass appeal could serve to weaken Wharton in both camps. Black and white Democrats may view him as being too cozy with white Republicans.
These are suggestions Wharton is familiar with and has been prepared for. In July, Wharton noted that such things have been said about him and that these assumptions were false: “There’s a difference between taking a position because that’s what I think white people would like for me to do. I don’t do that. Or taking a position because that’s what I think black people would like, I don’t do that either. If I happen to take a position because I think it’s a good, sound position and black folks and white folks like it, I’m not going to run from it. I’m not going to guide my life or my thoughts and parse my words so that I can appeal to white folks. By the same token, I’m not going to guide my life or parse my words for black people.”
It seems this attitude has worked well in the past for Wharton. Ask his colleagues about him and you get universally positive comments about him both personally and professionally.
“He has a ‘grace under fire’ temperament,” explained Ken Roach, an assistant district attorney who has worked in that office since 1974. “I’ve never seen him lose it. A lot of times in the heat of battle, it can be hard to keep your cool.”
This is a thought also echoed by Herenton. “AC is a wonderful guy, a distinguished citizen of this city, a good friend, and an intelligent person who advises me on many issues as the mayor,” said Mayor Herenton. “Some people view me as a low-key guy that, when my buttons are pushed, shows a different side. Sometimes I get testy. But AC never does. He always keeps his cool.”
The way Wharton tells it, none of this is accidental. He consciously opts to maintain his composure and guard his mood and tongue. One of the ways he says he does so is by carefully selecting how and with whom he spends his free time. “If I’m around people who are positive, I’m positive,” said Wharton. “And I discreetly select the people I’m around to get the most out of every minute.” He continues, saying, “When you find your deficiencies, and we all have deficiencies, you have to overcome them. I overcome mine with drive. That extra push can make all the difference.”
But his wife paints a slightly different picture.
“AC is serious about everything he does, but he never takes himself too seriously,” says Ruby Wharton. “I suppose that is the factor that helps him deal with the things he has to deal with everyday. He’s always able to see the light side of things.”
Much of this attitude manifests itself in Wharton’s workplace, or workplaces. As the public defender, a very successful criminal defense attorney, board member for both Methodist-LeBonheur Hospital and the Tennessee Higher Education Commission, and, until recently, a law professor at Ole Miss, much of Wharton’s time is spent working. He has himself said that he would rather be known for what he does than who he is.
“I work too much,” said Wharton. “I think I have a balanced life, though. I just believe in going and going and going. It’s nothing for me to go to work at 8 Saturday morning and then at 4 Saturday evening go to the golf course with my son. I do work hard, but when I play, I play hard. Life is good.”
This is a fact about Wharton that those who know him readily volunteer. But they don’t stop at noting his long hours. Rather, they tend to focus on the quality of his work.
“You never defend complicated cases by hiding the ball,” said Jim Raines, an attorney with Glankler Brown who has known Wharton for about 20 years. “In the dealings I’ve had with AC, he’s been very up-front. He is not going to manufacture facts or manufacture any defense that is not credible. He is perceived by prosecuting attorneys as a truth-sayer, which is really important in our business. I have the utmost confidence in AC — in his knowledge and ability to understand the circumstances and arrive at an appropriate course of action. He always was a good trial lawyer, a fair and tough adversary. He’s good with and jury and has a good temperament. Judges listen to him and he’s persuasive.”
Not surprisingly, Wharton’s wife agrees that her husband works a lot: “He’s probably one of the hardest working men I know. It’s not easy being married to someone like that.”
Despite the glowing praise he has received as both the public defender and in his own criminal defense practice, local political speculators have questioned whether AC will be able to perform the duties of county mayor as effectively. Particularly in a time of great activity in Shelby County, some have questioned Wharton’s soft-spoken, often non-offensive manner and whether or not he will be able to aggressively pursue promoting the county and getting county residents involved.
“I don’t know one end of a basketball court from the other. I guess they’re both the same,” said Wharton. “I don’t know anything about baseball and I can’t tell you much about the Memphis Symphony Orchestra, but I enjoy it. I enjoy being able to go to all of these things if I want to. I think giving more attention to the amenities will do more to bring all levels of people up. I think we need to do more to cross-fertilize to make sure everyone gets a taste of that. We think that people buy into our values, but they do not if they’ve never really tasted our values.”
Recently I heard that Goodfellows in London insured model Claire Roe for loss of beauty. They also insured a male stripper troupe for genital injuries resulting from their female fans. After hearing all of this, what I’ve been wondering is: What else can be insured? My writing ability (such that it is)? Can I insure my dog? Or that I’ll have plans for the weekend? And is it at all possible to get party coverage?
The only reason I ask is because parties seem to be getting more hazardous to your health. The Commercial Appeal ran a story this past week about a teenage girl who had contracted an infection after a weekend party and eventually lost both her legs and many of her fingers. She seemed, in the article at least, to have a resilient spirit. I know if that happened to me, I would be very bitter and angry. Think about it: You go to a party, contract something that is passed along in close spaces, and later end up in the hospital for amputations.
Not to make light of her situation, but it’s just this type of thing that would be perfect for party insurance. Get a disease from a party, get a
sizable pay-out. But it wouldn’t have to be that serious of a case, depending on your level of party coverage. Of course, after my past weekend, I think I would have to have full coverage.
I was at this masked ball and two very disturbing things happened. First, I got trashed. And, when all my survival instincts kicked in, I knew throwing up would be such a good thing. Maybe even life-saving. Oh, but I really didn’t want to get any puke on my skirt — you can’t clean that out sometimes, and I was wearing one of my favorites. So in the end, thinking more of my wardrobe than my health, I didn’t puke. But if I had party coverage, I could have turned in a claim for skirt dry-cleaning, or if the skirt was ruined, for the skirt itself. I think I would’ve felt much better with that insurance.
The second disturbing thing was truly painful. As I was leaving with a few of my friends, I got ahead of them somehow. They were still inside weaving their way through the throngs of people, out of the building. So I leaned up against the building to wait for them. At the same time, this guy the size of Hulk Hogan (but taller) was having a fight on the sidewalk with about five of his friends. Friends who looked like little dwarves next to him. Oh, and judging from Hulk’s demeanor, he had probably drank an entire river of beer. His dwarf friends were trying to get him to do something, hopefully leave, but he wasn’t having it. He shook them off, staggered, lost his balance, and fell — on me.
I can still feel the pain … literally; he crushed my foot. It’s all bruised. I was wearing the highest heels I own, not even because they
matched my skirt, but because my skirt was so long I needed as much height as I could get so it wouldn’t drag on the ground. And when his huge body fell on me, my ankle twisted and everything went all bad. (I’m also sure it was the height of comedy for many of the onlookers. I don’t remember noticing their reactions; I was too busy hitting Hulk’s shoulder with my mask, trying to get him to move off of me. What with my skirt and my foot trapped underneath him, I couldn’t move until he did, so I’m sure it was very amusing to everyone else.)
Do you see how useful party insurance would be? It could pay foot doctors’ bills and even moving costs, you know, if you had to relocate after an extremely embarrassing event. I’d also like a policy that would promise that a fun time would be had by all; maybe even one that looked into the issue of annoying chitchat. The potential here is endless.
It might sound ridiculous, but just think, at one point, I heard Lloyd’s of London wrote a $1 million policy to protect visitors to the Queen Mary from ghosts. From ghosts! The least they can do is offer a policy for party-goers. Maybe instead of a policy like Roe’s that protects against loss of beauty, it can cover the beer- goggle phenomenon: loss of beauty the morning after.
The football coach at my high school didn’t understand soccer so well. He said that “soccer players are frustrated athletes. They’re athletes but frustrated ones.” I, of course, didn’t argue (I was 14) but I felt like I should have. Not because I was some soccer star. I was the slow and oft-injured fullback who couldn’t last an entire season before turf toe or busted shin or bad back sent him to the sidelines.
In other words, I was a wimp.
But my fellow soccer players were not wimps. In fact they were 13 of the toughest kids I knew. I can say that our little single A school (the smallest variety, back when TSSAA still had those ratings) played every other school in the city, including squads that dropped more people on the first day of try-outs than we had in our school.
Let’s just say that the Commercial Appeal would only print the first-half score of our games to save us the embarrassment. Because while our opponents’ scores typically doubled from the first-half total, our score would double from zero. For those math whizzes out there, that equals zero.
Still, there’s no bitterness here, and it’s for the exact reason opposite of the unnamed football coach. These players were amazing. And it was fun to watch them. My seat was really quite good. When I wasn’t on the sideline, I was the one staring dumbly at the nearly mythic displays of grace and skill as a trained striker pounded the ball with ferocious finesse and beautiful joy. Granted, as a defender I should have tried to stop the display. But, hey, I was destined to write about sports. My real job is to chronicle these moments. Not impede them.
I did get in the way of the offense of some opponents but only rarely and with some luck. Then there was a shrug and a shake from my opponent and I was left behind, watching in the wake of the movement as my opponent, light and lithe, would strike deadly again at my goal, making another. The whole thing had a certain rightness about it. Who was I to stop it?
Other defenders– of course– don’t feel this way. In fact, it takes a certain sort of pride and courage to place oneself in front of the blazing speed and power of a well-kicked soccer ball. And placing one’s body on the line in the name of saving a goal is heroic.
There’s no need to tell that to the Germantown Women’s soccer team. The squad lost its two starting forwards (strikers) to heel and ankle injuries, leaving the offense in a bind. The squad, which won the TSSAA championship in 1994 and the National Championship in 1999, looked at its more than tough schedule and figured it had only one option for the season: Win.
And the squad has. 18 games later, the team has lost only two and tied three, piling up a bunch of wins in the process. Germantown coach Thomas Klingenberg says that that wasn’t so much of a focus. “We just practice very hard,” he says. “We don’t push wins and losses. We just teach soccer.” Klingenberg says that is why the team plays such a heavy schedule.
But that hasn’t fazed this team as it gears up for yet another trip to the TSSAA state tourney. The feat is remarkable not only in that the squad lost two starters but lost all but one of its starters just one year ago. The National Championship team featured 13 seniors. “It’s frustrating,” Klingenberg said, “[the championship] put a lot of pressure on [the players]. This year, we found our identity again.”
Germantown is back in the hunt for a championship after shutting down Cordova and Shelby County goal leader Lindsay Estes, 1-0 in order to get to the state championship tournament. “Our defense has really stepped up in the last couple of games,” Klingenberg says. The squad goes on to Chattanooga now to face Tullahoma for the first round of play and, if Germantown wins, the reward is the winner of the Franklin/Bearden match-up. “That’s going to be a game,” Klingenberg says. Franklin won the title last year and Bearden makes up one of Germantown’s losses this season.
So here’s to the ladies of Germantown and their quest to win the title. Let football coaches have their limited understanding of all sports not football and just enjoy the game of soccer for what it is: the poetry of a perfect loft pass combined with the jaw-breaking velocity of a well-kicked ball. The game is good. The players are definitely athletes. And frustration? That only happens when a lump of a defender like me gets in the way.
OTHER STUFF
“That is totally unfair.” Holtz said, according to Jensen’s article. “But I feel quite certain that the officials will give us that opportunity to call our plays and snap the ball.” On the one hand, I can understand Holtz’s frustration of home field advantage. At the same time, football ain’t a chess match. Well, not one in which people are quiet anyway. But more importantly, Holtz just gave locker room material for the waves of Big Orange followers for game day. Does he honestly believe that the refs can keep the crowd quiet? After his comments about hating noise? That’s like poking the collective in the eye with a sharp stick and expecting each member to quietly bow and leave. That game is on October 27th on ESPN2 at 6:55(CT).
Northwest Airlines has removed packets of artificial sweeteners and powdered
coffee creamer from all flights due to the general public’s anthrax-related
concerns about “mysterious” white powders. Two Northwest flights have already
been delayed due to false alarms cncerning white powders. Ironically,
passengers will still be allowed to bring their own sweeteners or powdered
creamers aboard, thogh airline officials don’t recommend doing so. In a
related story, a local drug dealer who asked not to be identified has reported
that widespread public fear of white powdery substances has not had any
significant impact on the booming cocaine market.
Lots of arts openings tonight. for starters it’s the last Friday of the
month,which means you can bop around on the South Main Trolley Art
Tour, riding free to some 16 galleries, one of the best things to do in
Memhis on a Friday night. Galleries hosing opening receptions on the tour
include Durden Gallery, for an exhibit of work by Steve Griffith;
Jay Etkin Gallery, for “Back to Nature,” works bY Annabelle Meacham and
digital paintings by Marc Rouillard; and at Bennett Stained Glass,
where Wil Biggers will demonstrate his techniques on a window from the St.
Patrick’s Catholic Church restoration. Elsewhere, there are openings at
Askew Nixon Ferguson Architects,for works by teachers and parents
ofstudents and Grace-St. Luke’s Episcopal School; at Gtrace Place, for
“Eternal Now,” works by Nashville artist Lisa Jennings, and there’s a closing
reception at Memphis College of Art Graduate Gallery for “Aftermath: A
9/11 Exhibiton” by MCA graduate students.
In Memphis, the mom-and-pop corner store is now a nostalgic relic of a time
when residents rode the streetcar or walked to work and did some grocery
shopping every day at the store just up the street or around the corner. Not
every neighborhood had corner stores; they were usually in lower- and middle-
income suburbs developed before World War I. Idlewild, Rozelle-Annesdale,
Cooper-Young, Lenox, and Tucker-Jefferson in Midtown and many older
neighborhoods in North and South Memphis still have a good collection of these
small commercial buildings.
These stores were pretty much legislated out of existence for suburbs
developed after Memphis adopted its first building ordinance in 1909; their
demise was assured with the adoption of the city’s first uniform zoning code
in 1921. The stores that remain were “grandfathered” into their
surrounding residential zoning as “non-conforming uses.” Some of the
remaining buildings have been converted to residences and some still take
advantage of their “non-conforming” status to serve as artist’s
studios, offices, or retail shops.
The cast-stone building at the corner of Meda and Walker in Cooper-Young
was a neighborhood market that opened around 1905. A two-bedroom apartment
connected to the store provided lodging for the storekeeper. Over the years,
the building suffered from a serious lack of maintenance, and the store closed
about two years ago. A total rehab of the property has resulted in a
distinctive residence with a huge, loft-like open space for living and dining
areas, a separate kitchen and laundry area, and three rooms and two baths up a
short run of stairs. The former store area has a 12-foot-high plank ceiling,
and the new, exposed ductwork contributes to the loft look. One end of the
room is all glass — two big, square windows and double doors. A jaunty,
striped awning would dress up the facade a bit and screen the interior from
the afternoon sun.
The kitchen has new white cabinets with granite-like, plastic-laminate
countertops, and a south-facing window provides good light. There’s room for a
small table and a couple of chairs if someone wanted a variety of dining
areas. Since the property’s front yard is the sidewalk, installing French
doors in the kitchen to give a view of the fenced backyard would enhance the
residential feel of the site.
The former apartment three steps above the store area now has a master
suite at the rear, with a full bath and walk-in closet, and a large front
bedroom. A small middle room has a fireplace and would be a pleasant library
or home office. The rehabilitation work was extensive and the building is
ready for occupancy, but a new owner could add some Midtown touches, such as a
mantel and wall-bracket lights for the fireplace and five-panel wooden doors
throughout.
Because this building has not been used for commercial purposes for more
than a year, zoning issues would probably have to be considered if a retail or
office use were proposed. But whether it has a commercial or residential use,
this once-neglected corner in Cooper-Young now has an active future in store.
1,250 square feet, 2 bedrooms, 2 baths, $138,500
Realtor: Coleman-Etter Fontaine, Agent: Clay Templeton, 767-
4100
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