Your business is tanking.
You’re selling your real estate office by Grafton Common.
You’ve put your home on the market for $3.5 million.
You have at least three unfinished neighborhoods, one in the town in which you grew up, and the towns and residents there would like to know just what you plan to do about them now that the real estate bubble has popped.
Isn’t this the perfect time for a vacation?
Topic for the day: Jon LeClaire was “on vacation” and too busy to attend the Planning Board public hearing last night on Cortland Manor, for which he has asked an extension of the building permit. Neither he nor a representative showed at the last Planning Board hearing, so this was an extension. The representative from the engineering firm that he did send was rather vague on details.
LeClaire sent this letter to the Planning Board (dated Feb. 20, just days before the hearing) which got them all riled up:
After receiving comments back from Graves Engineering and Graz Engineering, I do acknowledge that the swale needs to be installed from pond #23, when the weather permits.
Also as for snowplowing and sanding it is done when the town does their own roads. Certain areas do not get sun so it does not melt as fast as other areas. Pot holes will be repaired when the weather permits.
The light senor switch on the light pole at White Birch has had a repair order called in.
Catch basins and retention basins will be repaired when the weather permits.
Should you have any questions please feel free to contact me.
Jon R. LeClaire
LeClaire Builders Inc.
The Planning Board has requested that LeClaire show up in person on March 9 to answer their questions, or they will begin default proceedings, a six month process that will allow the town to collect the bond, finish the roads and make necessary repairs to the drainage basin that’s flooding out abutters on Millbury Street.
You know, when I look back on all the research we did before hiring LeClaire to build our house, I still can’t figure out where we went wrong. I looked at the zoning maps, checked for conservation areas, talked to people in the Planning Department about the builder, talked to people who had built with him. We opted for the guy who lived in town rather than a national builder and felt reassured that his name was plastered on Little League fields and donor lists — this was a guy who supported his community.
And, all told, it’s a fine house. The street’s starting to crumble and there’s a denuded hill with a driveway to nowhere, snow plowing’s nowhere near what it used to be and the retention basin apparently isn’t retaining, but it’s a fine house.
Wonder where he’s vacationing?