There are a few vacant properties in Hawthorne and Jordan that I watch over, well, like a hawk. So much so that even when driving by, I can tell out of the corner of my eye that there is a new notice posted on the door. Most of the time, I can tell the difference between a water shut-off notice, a tax-forfeiture notice, condemnation, work permits, and other such "regulatory plumage" even at a distance. I've impressed friends and colleagues by knowing the difference not only by the color of the notification, but even the tape used to affix, or the format and typesetting that is visible at a distance.
It's not often that an entirely new sort of notice shows up, and when it does I am immediately fascinated. That's exactly what happened today at the infamous "Mr. Slummy" property at 2515 3rd Street North. That's when I saw...
