The Times got a hold of some petty e-mails exchanged between unhinged members of the co-op board at 301 East 62nd Street, a 130-unit brick building that went co-op in 1984. These people kind of hate each other, and it's not really clear why, so we're assuming one their sons accepted an astronaut pen as a gift from one board member, thereby setting off an irrevocable chain reaction of gossip, resentment, and backbiting. The e-mails are certainly entertaining:
You needed to get booted out 20 years ago. Unfortunately others let you sit on your little throne, while you FAILED in your fiduciary responsibilities for the building. GOOD BYE LITTLE NAPOLEAN!!!!! [sic] Go while you can and avoid the ridicule of next year’s meeting... PS Don’t order anyone around anymore my LITTLE friend. You are ONE owner like everyone else. When I see you I will remind you of that personally.
That one was sent from board member Thomas Pienkos, a "major" real estate developer, to board president Eliot Hess, a self-described former hippie, author of The Munchies Eatbook and now chairman of a public relations firm. Hess is 5'4" and Pienkos refers to him as "an impotent, little troll." Hess, for his part, calls Pienkos a "bozo." Read the fun article yourself if you're just dying to know what they were arguing about in the first place. [SPOILER ALERT: tax abatements!]
