out. That didnât happen very often. In fact, in the year and a half since she had won a National Newspaper Award, it had never happened. Now she wondered why. She had shown up at the mayorâs office after calling his press liaisons that morning, requesting an interview, and being assured that she would get ten minutes with His Worship. But when she arrived, she was intercepted by a woman named Trish Perry, the deputy planning commissioner for the city.
âMs. Webber?â
âYes.â
âIâm Trish Perry. Mayor West has been called away on an urgent matter. His office asked me to talk with you.â
They shook hands. Nancy said, âYou understand, Ms. Perry, that these things arenât interchangeable. If I had wanted to talk to a civil servant, I would have called one. I want to speak with the mayor.â
âI understand. I was made the new spokesperson on housing this morning. Come, letâs walk to my office. Or would you rather grab a coffee across the street?â
Nancy stood a moment considering her options. âLetâs go to your office,â she said. They walked through the corridors of City Hall and arrived at the planning departmentâs section on the second floor.
When they were seated at a round table in Trish Perryâs cramped office, Nancy opened her notebook. âWhat is the Cityâs plan to address the needs of the two hundred and fifty people who will be homeless as a result of closing the Lucky Strike?â asked Nancy.
âItâs actually more like three hundred people,â responded Perry. âThough itâs single-room occupancy, some of the rooms have couples living in them. Weâre working with the Downtown Eastside Community Advocacy Society right now to find housing for those people.â
âWhere?â
âVarious shelters around the city, and in some SRO s that arenât at capacity.â
âHow many of those three hundred people will have roofs over their heads tomorrow night?â
âWeâre aiming for one hundred per cent.â
âRealistically?â
âWe expect to get close.â
Nancy thought of something Cole always said when he heard that refrain: âClose only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.â She didnât think it appropriate to repeat.
âAnd those you donât find space for?â
âI donât think anybody believes we can find a bed for every single person who is displaced by this closure. No doubt some folks are going to end up on the street. Understand that the City is doing everything it can to attend to their needs. The Lucky Strike Hotel is a mess. It hasnât had a renovation in twenty-five years. The inspector found over fifty violations of code. Wiring thatâs been eaten by rats. Half the doors in the place donât close. There are only a handful of fire exit signs. Hallways donât have lighting.â
âAdvocates say they have been asking the City to order the SRO s to clean up their act for a decade, and the City has been purposefully dragging its feet.â
âI donât know about that. Weâve known that the SRO s need work. Some of them are a hundred years old. And none of them make much of a profit for their owners; otherwise they wouldnât be selling them, right? There is only so much the City can do.â
âYou can enforce fire codes.â
âSure we can. We walk in the door, make our inspection, give the owner fifteen days notice to fix up the place, and then they turn around and sell it.â
âYou can fix it up yourselves. You have that authority. Bill the owner for your work.â
Perry smiled. âIn some situations we do. We spent two months fixing up the Liberty Hotel just last spring. Forty-five rooms. Some sixty people living there, including a Chinese man who was one hundred years old. A centenarian. Can you believe that? Heâd been in that room for a decade.
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